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

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

distracted Anastasia from the pain in her body and heart.

and pulled Anastasia into a hug. “You left me

She was like a lifeless

say something, but the words

to her, and Anastasia

at her for that comment about not

My stomach

fine before. He might not have been very into her, but he’d

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

saying

actually the pain in her chest that was

knew deep down, Alastor had never really believed this child

which is why he

eyes slowly, her tears burning

became gentler, but his grip on Anastasia’s waist tightened.

with Grandma Andrea and tell her it’s my fault we’re getting divorced.” Anastasia’s voice was raspy,

last

“Let’s

four years, Alastor had given

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

“You’re in a rush to get those divorce papers so

ridiculous. He was the one who wanted the divorce

are you 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.

had almost forgotten about

for the company shares, don’t even

Alastor frowned.

want anything…” Anastasia’s voice was hoarse. She was

yours, and I’ll also give you 2 million dollars in assets, plus you can choose any car

no