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.

paused, nervously looking at Alastor.

see you, Alastor

it’s disgusting.” Anastasia didn’t want to ride in Alastor’s car;

repulsive; she was

your priorities!” Alastor was very angry. He hadn’t expected

to call my car disgusting? Have I ever told you that your actions with those random people

finding it

disgusting she thought.

We’re both the same,” she mused.

just go to the hospital.” Anastasia didn’t want to say

wanted Anastasia to sit in the front passenger seat. “Come on! Sit up

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

would only lead to him threatening her with Jason again. Numbly, Anastasia got out

that instant, the sense of helplessness made Anastasia realize something: even the

eroding all her feelings for

was for the best.

was all worn away, she wouldn’t

him anymore, she

front passenger seat, Anastasia felt like she couldn’t even

Even the car

how much Alastor doted on

didn’t know if Alastor’s actions were meant to torture her or provoke

being roasted slowly,

the car window and

so cruel to her.

had done in these five years had turned into heinous sins.

every means to retaliate against

know what she