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.

difficult for her. Her heart

to the realization that she might have sustained a fracture from the fall.

her prone to fractures from minor external impacts. This was

the ambulance for me, pleaded Anastasia. She didn’t want to die at that moment.

grasped the concept of life and death, but when death was looming,

begged in a weak

in so much

he saw. He clearly didn’t believe that Anastasia was in discomfort. “Call

he closed the door

in despair, Anastasia felt

the past four years, but even so, she had not received any

believe in her.

guarded toward her. In this relationship, she was the only one foolish enough to

home.

vision grew increasingly blurry, Anastasia no longer had the

She

mind dying like this as nothing

things didn’t go her way.

woke up from pain in the middle of

managed to grab the phone on the table

seemed to

could trust, and she also lacked the

the call since her phone was in

gazed at the ceiling with a

to stay alive? Nobody really

“Meow! Meow!”

in Anastasia’s arms, whimpering