Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 89

Seeing Anastasia awake, Alastor spoke with a dark face. “The kid’s okay.”

Anastasia let out a sigh of relief and propped herself up. “Thanks…”

As Anastasia thanked him, there was a noticeable aloofness in her tone.

Alastor frowned slightly. He was the one in the wrong here, but Anastasia was thanking him as if he were a stranger. It was clear that she was starting to treat him as such.

“Anastasia, you better not give me this attitude. Whether we divorce or not is my call. The choice and the initiative are in my hands. If I don’t agree, you’ll never be able to openly be with Jason!” Alastor didn’t even know why he was getting so worked

But every time he saw Anastasia like this, he just got angry.

Admittedly, he was the one who didn’t want to leave last night.

During previous Christmas celebrations, Anastasia used to prepare a Christmas Eve dinner at home, sit on the couch, watching the Christmas’ Gala, and wait for him to come home. She would then embrace him tenderly, wishing him a happy Christmas.

But now, the once warm home was shattered.

“Alastor, what do you want? You clearly don’t love me, yet you keep torturing me.” Anastasia choked up as she looked at Alastor.

When she didn’t want a divorce, Alastor was pushing for it.

Now that she did want one, he was saying these things.

She initially didn’t want a divorce, because as long as she didn’t, Alastor and Felicia could never be together openly. But now, he was using the same approach as his own threat.

It was really laughable.

Alastor clenched his fists, avoiding eye contact. The veins on his temples became visible due to suppressed anger.

wanted to break Anastasia’s resistance, force her to surrender, and make her realize that the reality was that

not feeling uncomfortable anymore, pack up and come with me. Let’s go see Grandma.” Alastor’s

felt like she

at Hork General Hospital. If Alastor had truly cared, he could’ve taken the initiative to speak with the doctor about her condition, and he

done that even

good at pretending, and that she was just

was faking her illness, faking her fainting,

about what to say and what not

she looked at Alastor. “I’ll tell Grandma Andrea

certificate or not is up to me.” Alastor seemed fixated on dragging

lip and

Whatever.

out until the day I die.

I have one condition.” Anastasia looked at Alastor.

out.” Alastor was clearly getting impatient.

Light Festival, you have to attend my art exhibition.” Anastasia was being stubborn, insisting that Alastor attend

this marriage, their

exhibition was genuinely

she had put a lot of effort into each piece.

his brows. Felicia’s art exhibition was on the same

deliberately, but she stubbornly waited to see if Alastor would choose to

You can propose any other condition.” Alastor’s expression

noticed it. Alastor must have already agreed to go to Felicia’s exhibition.

vision seemed to darken. Anastasia felt that Alastor was being

left. Today’s already Christmas Day…” Anastasia

much time

wasn’t just about the art exhibition; it was also about the countdown to