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.

Anastasia’s chest, breathing became difficult for

realization that she might have

minor external impacts. This was

me, pleaded Anastasia. She didn’t

life and death, but when

in a weak voice.

in so much pain.

what he saw. He clearly didn’t believe that Anastasia was in discomfort. “Call the ambulance yourself,” he said coldly.

the door

ground in despair, Anastasia felt

Alastor in the past four years, but even so, she

believe

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

home.

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

She

dying like this as

didn’t go her

up from pain in the middle

grab the phone on the table

seemed to have fractured her wrist.

she could trust, and she

she called was Kimberly, but the latter didn’t hear the call since her phone was in sleep

weakly as she gazed at the ceiling with a blurry vision.

need to stay alive? Nobody really cares

“Meow! Meow!”

up in Anastasia’s arms, whimpering in