Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 22

Alastor leaned on the couch and said with a hoarse voice, as if he was either tired or impatient, “What are your conditions?”

Alastor placed the divorce agreement on the table.

He had come prepared, and everything had been ready.

Anastasia looked at the divorce agreement on the table and smiled helplessly. “You didn’t want to divorce me before I went to Atharia, did you? After all, you’ve been keeping up your image as a good husband so well in the past four years, and a cheating scandal is not good for you. Besides, you can find no other woman as obedient as I am to be your wife”

Anastasia was curious about Felicia’s trick, which suddenly caused Alastor to change his mind and ask for a divorce.

Alastor looked at Anastasia with his deep eyes and remained silent for a long time. “Divorce peacefully, and I won’t treat you badly. Isn’t it good for both of us to give what each other wants?”

Anastasia’s hands, wrapped in a shawl, stiffened. She thought, ‘Give what each other wants?

Who will give me what I want after I give Alastor to Felicia?”

“Did I do a bad job all these years?” Anastasia looked at Alastor.

She felt inferior when she asked the question.

From the day of marriage registration, she tried hard to do what a wife should do.

”

She doubted if she was the only one who had put in effort to maintain the marriage for the

past

four years.

“You did a good job, so I don’t think I’ve treated you badly.” Alastor pointed at the agreement.

Anastasia took a look at it and smiled.

Indeed, Alastor did not treat her badly.

The house, the car, and all his existing assets of 6 million dollars were given to her.

It was equivalent to him leaving the marriage with nothing.

Alastor was determined to divorce.

“I’m pregnant.” Anastasia put down the agreement.

She thought, I’m dying. What’s the use of this?”

She had to make Alastor suffer.

“Get an abortion, and you can tell me any additional conditions.” Alastor looked at Anastasia calmly.

“Only Felicia deserves to have your child, huh?” Anastasia asked in a hoarse voice.

Alastor didn’t retort.

“Heh.” Anastasia smiled. “Your mother doesn’t want me to have an abortion.”

“Think about it. There’s no point in continuing this marriage.” Alastor asked Anastasia to think carefully..

“How could it be pointless? As long as I don’t divorce, Felicia will always be a mistress. Why should I divorce?” Anastasia shrank her legs indifferently.

She didn’t care.

“What about him?” Alastor looked at Anastasia with burning eyes.

Anastasia was stunned and frowned. “Who?”

Alastor looked at Anastasia as if he was saving her face.

Anastasia’s face was grim. “What do you mean?”

Alastor clasped his hands slowly, and his beautiful face spoke of fatigue.

Anastasia had to admit that Alastor was really good–looking.

He was attractive to Anastasia.

She thought that Alastor was perfect, except for the fact that he did not love her.

“I’m interested to know who this man is,” Alastor said in a deep voice as he put a photo on the table.

It was an old photo.

In the photo, Anastasia smiled happily while holding a cake, and the boy was kissing her on the cheek.

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That year, she was 19 years old and a freshman.

The boy was a nude model in Anastasia’s art class. He had pulled her out of the darkest time in her life. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

That year, he suddenly appeared in Anastasia’s world and then disappeared.

It was as if he had never appeared before.

If Alastor hadn’t taken out this photo, she would have forgotten the boy.

“Did Sienna give you the photo?” Anastasia smiled. She thought, “I can’t believe Sienna will give it to Alastor to use as a bargaining chip after so many years have passed. Is Alastor planning to pin an allegation on me now?”

“Alastor, are you trying to pin an allegation on me to prove that both of us are at fault?” Anastasia’s fingers were tingling. She really didn’t know how far Alastor could go. “If you can find this man, maybe I will thank you.”

She didn’t even remember the name of the person in the photo.

She only knew that the person had saved her when she was almost sexually assaulted by Meredith’s brother, Harold Carter.

After that, they spent a short time together.

He was homeless, and she kept him in her rental house for a day.

“Aren’t they the same person?”

Alastor looked at Anastasia with a complicated look in his eyes. He didn’t expect Anastasia to be so good at lying.

He took out another photo. It was in Pollerton. Someone secretly photographed her and Jason holding hands on the balcony at his birthday party.

“Alastor, you got someone to follow me!” Anastasia looked at Alastor in shock, feeling a chill running down her spine.