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.

Anastasia paused, nervously looking at Alastor. “Sick?”

“She hasn’t been feeling well recently. She said she wants to see you, Alastor grabbed Anastasia’s wrist and pulled her out of the cab.

“I won’t ride in your car; it’s disgusting.” Anastasia didn’t want to ride in Alastor’s car; she could take a cab.

At this point, she didn’t just find Alastor’s car repulsive; she was starting to find her home repulsive too.

“Anastasia, compare what’s more important. Know your priorities!” Alastor was very angry. He hadn’t expected Anastasia to be so hard-hearted.

“Besides, what right do you have to call my car disgusting? Have I ever told you that your actions with those random people were disgusting?” he added.

Anastasia stood still, finding it hard to breathe.

I’m disgusting she thought.

“I guess so. We’re both the same,” she mused.

“I’m not 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 the car door and got into his car.

Alastor rubbed his temple irritably. Stubbornly, he wanted Anastasia to sit in the front passenger seat. “Come on! Sit up front.

“That’s your girlfriend’s seat. I don’t deserve it,” Anastasia’s voice was low.

“Anastasial” Alastor’s 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 seat at Alastor’s insistence.

In that instant, the sense of helplessness made Anastasia realize something: even the deepest love could be worn away.

Alastor was gradually eroding all her feelings for him.

Perhaps it was for the best.

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

If she didn’t love him anymore, she wouldn’t feel hurt by him.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Anastasia felt like she couldn’t even breathe.

Alastor seemed to be doing these things deliberately today. Even the car seat had a sticker saying ‘Girlfriend’s Seat.

Every car had it, showing just how much Alastor doted on Felicia.

Anastasia’s eyes ached terribly. She didn’t know if Alastor’s actions were meant to torture her or provoke her.

It felt like she was being roasted slowly, like on a barbecue grill.

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Alastor was so cruel to her.

It was as if everything she had done in these five years had turned into heinous sins.

He was using every means to retaliate against her.

Anastasia didn’t know what she had done wrong.

Had she not treated him well? She had given up everything just to play the role of a so-called housewife.

“What does it take for you to agree to a divorce?” Anastasia asked hoarsely.

“What’s the rush? Before we divorce, you’re still Mrs. Lopez.” Alastor’s voice turned icy.

“Alastor, don’t go too far. I haven’t done anything wrong to you.” Anastasia’s breath was scorching.

“Is that so?” Alastor sneered.

Anastasia slowly closed her eyes and clenched her fingers.

“So suffocating.” she thought.

-At this point in their marriage, there was no trust left.

The car parked in a space, and Anastasia became dizzy.

After a long while, Anastasia followed Alastor into the hospital.

“Why are you here?” Alastor’s mother was already waiting outside the ward, and upon seeing Anastasia, she became somewhat agitated.

Apart from Alastor’s mother, Naomi, Felicia was also present.

“Grandma wants to see her alone.” Alastor frowned.

Naomi was furious. “She’s a really devious girl. As long as Felicia takes care of your grandma, that’s enough. Felicia is a good girl, and I approve of her.”

Anastasia took a deep breath. They had even chosen their future daughter-in-law.