Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 90

Soon, Felicia sent a picture from home. It was a selfie of her lying on Anastasia’s bed, her shoulders exposed.

Anastasia hurriedly took a screenshot, her fingers trembling.

Shortly after, Felicia withdrew the photo. She thought this would only provoke Anastasia and that Anastasia wouldn’t be able to use it against her.

“Felicia, Alastor and I aren’t divorced yet. This is considered an extramarital affair,” Anastasia replied, her hands shaking. The mistresses are the only ones who aren’t forced into marriage. You’re really pathetic, Anastasia,” Felicia mocked. Anastasia’s complexion turned pale, and she trembled in the cab.

“Miss, did you have a fight? Is the car behind you your boyfriend’s?” the cab driver asked in a low voice. Anastasia’s face turned even paler, and her hands clenched so tightly they went numb. “Don’t mind him; let’s go.” “He looks like he wants me to stop, but his car is quite expensive. I wouldn’t dare to damage it. The driver joked. Before Anastasia could speak, the driver slammed on the brakes. “What’s going on?”

Alastor had pulled the cab over and stepped out of the car.

The driver became a little worried.

Anastasia took a deep breath. “Sorry, mister.”

The driver was also somewhat helpless. “These young couples… he thought.

“Get out of the car.” Alastor opened the cab door and handed the driver 20 dollars, urging Anastasia to get out.

“Oh, it’s just a lover’s quarrel. They end as quickly as they come. Women need to be coaxed and pleased. You can’t use this attitude. My wife and I used to argue too, but later on, I learned to be smart about it. Be affectionate and change your attitude. It definitely works. You don’t believe me? Try coaxing her. The driver happily received the money. He had only driven around 110 yards and had already earned 20 dollars.

Alastor glanced at the driver, then at Anastasia. His voice softened in an unprecedented manner. “Come down…” Anastasia sat still, refusing to get into Alastor’s car. ‘T’ll take a cab. Don’t force me.”

H

his anger

“Grandma is sick. Someone from the Lopez residence called, and she’s in the hospital. Alastor said, suppressing his and speaking patiently to Anastasia.

looking at Alastor. “Sick?”

to see you, Alastor grabbed Anastasia’s wrist and pulled her out of the

didn’t want to ride in Alastor’s car; she

repulsive; she was starting to find

was very angry. He hadn’t expected Anastasia to be so

call my car disgusting? Have I ever told you

it

she

so. We’re both the same,”

in the mood to argue with you… Let’s just go to the hospital.” Anastasia didn’t want to say much to Alastor anymore. She opened

Stubbornly, he wanted Anastasia to sit in the front

seat. I don’t deserve it,” Anastasia’s voice was low.

tone lowered. “I told you to sit up front. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Anastasia knew that provoking Alastor would only lead to him threatening her with Jason again. Numbly, Anastasia got out of the car and sat in the front passenger

realize something: even the deepest love could be worn

was gradually eroding all her feelings

for the

it was all worn away, she wouldn’t love him

she didn’t love him anymore, she wouldn’t feel

seat, Anastasia felt

things deliberately today. Even the car seat had a

just how much Alastor doted on

She didn’t know if Alastor’s actions

roasted slowly, like

of the car window and not

so cruel to

she had done in these

using every means to retaliate

she had done wrong.