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

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

feeling momentarily distracted Anastasia from the pain

shower and pulled Anastasia into a hug. “You

She was like a lifeless shell.

but the words just

was revolting to her, and Anastasia

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

My stomach

life with Alastor had been fine before. He might not have been very into her, but he’d been gentle.

was carrying a child, it felt like he was just taking it out

out, saying

in her

down, Alastor had never really believed this child was

the child wasn’t his, which is why

eyes slowly,

his grip on

it’s my fault we’re getting divorced.”

one last time,” she

“Let’s

these four years, Alastor had given her everything she wanted.

You can 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 Jace can

the one who wanted

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.

forgotten

company shares, don’t even bother thinking about it.”

Alastor frowned.

voice was hoarse.

is yours, and I’ll also give you 2 million dollars in assets, plus you can choose any car from the garage,”

need…” Anastasia replied, finding no