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

feeling uncomfortable anymore, pack up and come with me. Let’s go see Grandma.” Alastor’s voice

she was falling

could’ve taken the initiative to speak with the doctor

done that even

down believed she was good at pretending, and that she was just purting on

she was faking her illness, faking her fainting,

think about what to say and what not to say. Be smart about it.

looked at Alastor. “I’ll

that until I agree, whether we get the divorce certificate or

lip and didn’t say anything.

Whatever.

until the day I die. That’s

cooperate, but I have one condition.” Anastasia looked

out.” Alastor was clearly

my art exhibition.” Anastasia was being stubborn, insisting that Alastor

of ending this marriage, their relationship,

was genuinely

and she had

was on

done it deliberately, but she stubbornly waited to see if Alastor would choose to attend her

this. You can propose any other condition.”

already agreed

to darken. Anastasia felt that Alastor was being excessively cruel to

already Christmas Day…” Anastasia

have much

the art exhibition; it was also