Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 4

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Felicia posted on her bare in beng a photo of an empty bed.

For now, she did not dare publicly reveal ber reliasetup with Alastor on Instagram

ther for was it to posted to

Lanz on her bed Aasasa had a poseblee

She lay quietly for a long time her bands and feet trembling

As she contemplated her circumstances, the came to the realization that there was little worth clinging to.

Her mother had long passed away, and her father had remarried. Her stepmother did not treat her well leaving behind childbood traumas that made her fear men at one point.

Otherwise, pven her appearance, she wouldn’t have had to resort to blind dates and hasty marriages

Inhaling deeply. Anastas led her hand to touch her cheek, finding tears there.

Ste was shedding tears born from anger.

In the grand scheme of life and death, everything seemed insignificant. Yet, she had truly loved Alastor.

Anastasia eded an Instagram post and uploaded it

and thus little one at home is entering her beat cycle again. Tomorrow, I’ll be taking her for spayınır The accompanying image featured her Ragdoll

The cat

had blue eyes and was adorable and

adopted the little Ragdoll last winter and named it Snowball Snowball was attached to

his aversion to children. Anastasia had chosen to care for this Ragdoll cat in lieu

children

a woman was gauged

Alastor’s sentiments toward her had seemingly remained consistently lackluster. Despite their arracable itimacy, it was bereft of

first before

night. astasia could

Four years

cycles of four years did she have left in her lifetime?

marrying Alastor, she had genuinely poured all her feelings

she went ahead and sent Felicia’s profile, name, and photo

and attended the

butterfly and has quite a reputation. She could charm angone and went all out to pursue a handsome guy

Kimberly Castillo, knew

back [She’s Alastor’s ex–girlfriend. She now works in Alastor’s company, and he cheated on me. Right now, he’s in

typed the message, her

concise text by

end, Kimberly fell silent. The chat box showed that

long while, she finally sent one word:

and inquired: (You said Felicia

found herself uncertain about how to console Anastasia. Her instinct was to reprimand, but she tried to restrain hervil at that moment. berly wrote: [1] show you a photo of him. Wait for me. I’ll book a flight back.