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.

“Yeah, why was I

and get it over with… Anastasia stopped fighting, stripped off her soaked clothes herself, and

the pain in her body and heart.

pulled Anastasia into a hug. “You left me with no

anything. She was like

say something, but the words

her, and

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

My stomach

He might not have been very

she was carrying a child, it felt like he was

cried out, saying her

it was actually the pain in her

Alastor had never really believed this

his, which is why he

eyes slowly, her tears

became gentler, but his grip on Anastasia’s waist

come clean with Grandma Andrea and tell her it’s my fault we’re

one last

“Let’s

these four years, Alastor had

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

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

He was the one who wanted the divorce in the first

pull some sneaky move or get something out of this?” Alastor’s voice was low. “I’ve already made a will.

forgotten about the will.

shares, don’t even bother thinking

Alastor frowned.

Anastasia’s voice was hoarse. She was about to

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

finding no meaning