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

fighting, stripped off her soaked clothes herself,

icy feeling momentarily distracted Anastasia from the

and pulled Anastasia into a hug. “You

She was like a

something, but the words just weren’t coming

to her, and Anastasia knew it.

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

My stomach hurts.”

been fine before. He might not have been very into

she was carrying a child, it felt like he was

saying

pain in

never really believed

the child wasn’t his, which is why

closed her eyes slowly,

movements became gentler, but his grip on

and tell her it’s my fault we’re getting

last time,” she

“Let’s

these four years, Alastor had

get the divorce certificate. You can pick a date, and we’ll do a DNA paternity test. Anastasia was seriously tired. She didn’t want to

a rush to get those divorce papers so you and your boyfriend Jace can ride off

one who wanted the divorce in the first place.

suddenly 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 a will. If the DNA paternity test says the kid’s mine, the kid gets everything. But if not, the

had almost forgotten

company shares, don’t even bother thinking

Alastor frowned.

don’t want anything…” Anastasia’s voice was

yours, and I’ll also give you 2 million dollars in assets,

no meaning in these possessions anymore.