Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 84

Zachary shared a few pictures on Twitter. There was a mural of a scenic landscape painting, along with a caption: [Those who are dirty always want to tarnish those who are clean. Some willingly play the role of a homewrecker, defying both morals and the law, yet they manipulate trending topics to smear the rightful wife. I wasn’t planning to explain, but these rumors have seriously damaged my reputation and that of the company. Today, I’m setting the record straight, and 1 won’t address this again in the future. (The mural in the photo was painted by Anastasia during her university days, proving her worth.)]

Zachary also included a picture of the payment he had given Anastasia back then, with the amount blurred but enough to show that she had earned her money in an honest manner.

Anastasia was taken aback. Was Zachary the one lending her a hand?

After years of no contact, she never expected Zachary to step in and help.

How could she ever repay this kindness?

“Meow,” Snowball was in an unfamiliar setting, so it seemed a bit nervous and kept staying close to Anastasia.

Anastasia comforted Snowball, stroking its head.

Jason crouched in front of Anastasia and addressed Snowball. “From now on, you will be staying here temporarily.”

Snowball stared at Jason for a moment, not showing any shyness toward him. Then, it snuggled into his arms as if they were, old pals.

Jason held Snowball and smiled at Anastasia. “See? Even the little kitten knows how to find a new owner.”

Anastasia looked at Snowball in surprise: Snowball was usually cautious around strangers.

Sitting on the couch, Anastasia fell into silence for a moment. “This isn’t my own house, so if I have a cat, would the owner be okay with it?”

“Just consider this your home. Don’t worry about it,” Jason reassured Anastasia.

Anastasia didn’t respond. She leaned back on the couch and felt a bit weary.

Outside, fireworks illuminated the night, creating a festive atmosphere for Christmas.

“Anastasia, I bought a bunch of fireworks and firecrackers. Grandma said that on Christmas Eve, after making ravioli, we have to set off firecrackers Jason put Snowball down and washed his hands, getting ready to make ravioli.

curious and got up, watching Jason work at the counter. “You

Jason smiled at Anastasia.

smile was genuinely charming, radiating

to being warmed up. She could no

Anastasia shook her head. “From now on, I won’t have to cook for anyone or try

from her fear of losing their affection, which had turned into a people-pleaser trait in her marriage.

please Alastor, only to end up discarded anyway.

cooking,” Jason rolled out the ravioli dough and

propped her chin on her hands taught me

Anastasia murmured softly.

watching

busily, then reached out and took the rolling pin.

in one of the ravioli. “The person who gets the chestnut is supposed to have good luck for

at the superstition.

a long time since she

H

she passed away. She knew I loved the ricotta cheese

her mother

mother told Anastasia to go with her to somewhere very far

had prepared aside and spoke with determination. “From now on. I’ll forever be by your

you know

eternal: everything else was subject to change.

as you give me a chance, I’ll

let out a sigh. “Jason, I’ve said it before. It’s too

she weren’t sick, she might have genuinely considered it.

have chosen to give

Alastor and started a

lead a calm and simple

have healthy children, and