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.

why was I on my

off her soaked

icy feeling momentarily distracted Anastasia from the pain in

into a hug. “You

didn’t say anything. She was like

the words just weren’t

her, and Anastasia knew

to get back at her for that comment about not being satisfied by him after four years of

My stomach hurts.”

Alastor had been fine before. He might

was carrying a child, it felt like he was

cried out, saying her stomach

it was actually the pain in her chest

knew deep down, Alastor had never really believed this child was

is why

slowly, her

his grip on

her it’s my fault we’re getting divorced.” Anastasia’s voice was raspy, and she leaned weakly against his shoulder.

one last time,” she thought.

“Let’s

had given her everything she wanted.

can pick a date, and we’ll do a DNA

rush to get those divorce papers so you and

was ridiculous. He was the one

out of this?” Alastor’s voice was low. “I’ve already made a will. If the DNA paternity test says the kid’s mine, the kid gets everything. But if not,

almost forgotten

for the company shares, don’t

Alastor frowned.

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

dollars in assets, plus you can choose any car

no