Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 54

Anastasia’s hands were shaking as she picked up Alastor’s phone.

Despite the low quality of the photos in the album, her face and features were still discernible.

“Who

gave them to you?” Anastasia asked with a trembling voice.

She wanted to know who was behind the malicious slander against her.

The photos were clearly digitally manipulated. With the current advancement of the AI face swap technique, she expected Alastor to understand that they were fake.

However, Alastor’s expression showed that he seemed to believe it.

Anastasia didn’t explain herself because she knew she could never convince a person who believed in what he wanted to believe.

Besides, there was no way she could ever clarify the slander thrown at her.

Most importantly, Alastor didn’t trust her.

Smiling sarcastically, Alastor asked, “Is that important?”

“You’re accusing me of not trusting you, but have you ever trusted me?” As she looked at Alastor, Anastasia breathed heavily and was on the verge of breaking down. “Tell me, who gave you these photos? Was it Xavier or Felicia?”

“Anastasia, I would believe you if only one person criticized you, but have you ever introspected and looked at your actions when everyone around you, including your closest friends and family, are saying negative things about you?” Without disclosing the photos’ origin, Alastor took his phone and turned to leave.

Anastasia sat stiffly on the chair, looking at the four agreements in front of her that seemed ridiculous and pitiful.

She resembled a scheming woman who was trying to use every means possible against Alastor. She used the evidence of his infidelity to force him to leave their marriage with nothing and write a will, and she compelled him not to grant any status or inheritance rights to his mistress and their children.

Anastasia’s ears buzzed loudly. When she stood up, she instantly collapsed.

became difficult for her.

the realization that she might have sustained a fracture from the

deteriorated significantly, making her prone to fractures from minor external impacts. This was something the doctor had cautioned her

ambulance for me, pleaded Anastasia. She didn’t want to

she had fully grasped the concept of life and death, but when

Anastasia begged in a weak

in so

He clearly didn’t believe that Anastasia was

that, he closed the door and left.

ground in despair, Anastasia felt her

she had given her whole heart to Alastor in the past four years, but

believe in her.

was understandable for Alastor to be cautious and guarded toward her. In this relationship, she was the only one foolish

home.

increasingly blurry, Anastasia no longer had the strength to call for an

She

dying like this as nothing mattered

didn’t go

pain in the middle

on the table before falling back to the ground

seemed to have fractured her wrist.

know who she could trust, and she also lacked the

call since her phone was in sleep mode at this time of the night.

as she gazed at the ceiling with a

wondered, “Is there still a need to stay alive?

“Meow! Meow!”

in Anastasia’s arms, whimpering in