Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 88

“Back off Don’t touch me!” Anastasia freaked out and struggled like crazy, trying to shove Alastor away.

She was seriously grossed out.

Anastasia turned on the shower to freezing cold temperature, desperately trying to wash off the feeling of his hands on her. He used the hands that had touched Felicia to touch her.

It was so disgusting…

“Anastasia!” Alastor was beyond irritated now.

Was she seriously resisting him touching her?

“So Jason can touch you, but I can’t?” Alastor cornered Anastasia against the wall. “Just so you remember, we’re not divorced

yet.

“Don’t freaking touch me!” Anastasia yelled, desperately telling Alastor to keep his hands off her. Her emotions were all over the place.

“Anastasia, you’ve let a bunch of people touch you. Did you really think I wanted to touch you?” Alastor’s irritation was getting the best of him.

Alastor was saying stuff he shouldn’t have, and he knew it. Words, once spoken, couldn’t be taken back.

Some words were like knives: they could stab right into someone’s heart.

Even though Alastor knew these words were harsh, he still let them slip out.

Anastasia suddenly went quiet, and the bathroom was just filled with the sound of water and Alastor breathing.

He started to panic, regretting what he had just said.

Once those words were out, they couldn’t be undone.

Anastasia stood there, numb.

was I on my high horse?”

stopped fighting, stripped off her soaked clothes herself, and

momentarily distracted Anastasia from the pain in her body and

shower and pulled Anastasia into a

anything. She was like a lifeless

something, but the words just weren’t coming

to her,

back at her for that comment about not being satisfied by

My stomach

fine before. He might not have been very into

child, it felt like he was just taking it out on

cried out, saying

in her chest that

knew deep down, Alastor had never really believed this child

is why

her eyes slowly,

his grip on Anastasia’s waist

Grandma Andrea and tell her it’s my fault we’re getting divorced.”

last

“Let’s

years, Alastor had given her

can pick a date, and we’ll do a DNA paternity test. Anastasia

getting tighter. “You’re in a rush to get those divorce papers so

ridiculous. He was the one

“I’ve already made a will. If the

almost forgotten about

don’t

Alastor frowned.

don’t want anything…” Anastasia’s voice was hoarse. She was

also give you 2 million dollars in assets, plus you can choose any

finding no meaning in these possessions