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 horse?”

with… Anastasia stopped fighting, stripped off her soaked clothes herself,

the pain in her

Anastasia into a hug. “You left

anything. She was like

say something, but the words just weren’t coming out.

was revolting to her, and Anastasia

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

My stomach hurts.”

might not have been

this time, even though he knew she was carrying a child, it felt like he was

out, saying

the pain in her

down, Alastor had never really believed this child

felt the child wasn’t his, which is

her eyes slowly,

but his grip on Anastasia’s waist tightened.

my fault we’re

last time,” she thought.

“Let’s

years, Alastor had given her everything she

certificate. You can pick a date, and we’ll do a DNA paternity test.

get those divorce papers so you

one who wanted

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

forgotten about the

company shares, don’t even bother

Alastor frowned.

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

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

Anastasia replied, finding no meaning in these possessions anymore.