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.

I on my high

fighting, stripped off her soaked clothes herself, and stood under the

momentarily distracted Anastasia from the pain

and pulled Anastasia into a

didn’t say anything. She was like a

the words just weren’t coming

was revolting to her, and

for that comment about not being satisfied by him

stomach hurts.”

He might not have been very into her, but he’d been

a child, it felt like he was just taking

saying her stomach

in

never really believed this child was

child wasn’t his, which is

eyes slowly, her tears burning hot.

gentler, but his

tell her it’s my fault we’re

hug one last

“Let’s

these four years, Alastor had given her

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

frowned, his grip on her getting tighter. “You’re in a rush to get those divorce papers so you and your

Alastor was ridiculous. He was the one who wanted the divorce in

all cooperative? Are you trying to pull some sneaky move or get something out of this?” Alastor’s voice was low. “I’ve already made

almost forgotten about

company shares, don’t even bother thinking

Alastor frowned.

Anastasia’s voice was hoarse. She was about to

2 million dollars in assets, plus you can choose any car from the garage,” Alastor

no