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

off her soaked clothes herself, and stood

from the pain in her body and

turned off the shower and pulled Anastasia into a hug. “You left me with no

was like a

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

her, and Anastasia knew

sex to get back at her for that comment about not being satisfied by him

My stomach hurts.”

Alastor had been fine before. He might

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

out, saying her stomach

pain in her chest that

had never really believed this child

wasn’t his, which is

her eyes slowly, her

gentler, but his grip on Anastasia’s waist

I’ll come clean with Grandma Andrea and tell her it’s my fault we’re getting divorced.” Anastasia’s voice was

hug one last time,” she

“Let’s

these four years, Alastor had given

and we’ll do a DNA paternity test. Anastasia was seriously tired. She didn’t

his grip on her getting tighter. “You’re in a rush to get those divorce papers so you and your boyfriend Jace can ride off into the sunset?”

was the one who wanted

“I’ve already made a will. If the DNA paternity test says the kid’s mine, the kid gets everything. But

had almost forgotten about the will.

the company shares, don’t even bother thinking

Alastor frowned.

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

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

no