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.

her to surrender, and make her realize that the reality was that he

pack up and come with me. Let’s go see Grandma.” Alastor’s

felt like she was

truly cared, he could’ve taken the initiative to speak with the doctor about her condition,

Alastor hadn’t done that

meant one thing: Alastor deep down believed she was good at pretending, and that she was just purting on an act.

faking her illness,

and what not to

a deep breath, her gaze trembling as she looked at Alastor. “I’ll tell

told you that until I agree, whether we get the divorce certificate or not is up to me.” Alastor seemed fixated on dragging out the divorce.

bit her lip and didn’t

Whatever.

thought, “Well, we’ll just drag it out until the day I die. That’s fine

can cooperate, but I have one

out.” Alastor was clearly getting impatient.

have to attend my art exhibition.” Anastasia was being

her way of ending this marriage, their relationship, and

genuinely important

last art exhibition, and she had

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

waited to see

You can propose any other condition.”

already agreed to go to Felicia’s

Anastasia felt that Alastor was

left. Today’s already Christmas Day…” Anastasia choked

didn’t have much

about the art exhibition; it was also about the countdown to