Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

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Chapter 130

Yet, he was now talking about meaningless topics again.

“You wanted me to be here… You intend to humiliate me from the start, don’t you?” Anastasia

questioned Alastor.

“Humiliate? So you think what you went through is humiliating? Anastasia, aren’t you the one who

abandoned me?” Alastor shoved Anastasia away. “It’s you who humiliates me.”

She had tried every means to divorce him. She would rather be with a slumdog who delivered takeout

and worked in the bar than stay married to him. It was a disgrace in his eyes.

“You used my money to support Jason. Do you think I’ll stay blind to that?” Alastor was furious.

He was livid because he had supported Anastasia financially over the years, but she used his money to

keep Jason afloat.

“Your money?” Anastasia drew a deep breath. “The money I gave to Jason is the money I earned from

selling my paintings!”

“Your paintings?” Alastor snorted. “As you can see, if I’m not your backer, how many people will attend

your art exhibition? There are so many people in Hork City are waiting to book the art gallery for their

art exhibitions. You couldn’t even book the venue without me, could you? Can your Jace help you with

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these things?”

He had heard Anastasia calling Jace’s name many nights in the same bed.

This was probably the real reason leading to the couple’s fallout.

With her trembling body, Anastasia stepped back and leaned against the wall in despair.

“Sure enough, he’s humiliating me because of Jace,” she thought desperately.

“Alastor… I told you this is my last art exhibition. Why must you… push me over the brink?” Choking

back her tears, Anastasia looked at Alastor helplessly. “Is Sienna under your control, too? Well, what a

good man you are…”

“Indeed, what a good man he is! He’s good to everyone, but he did his best to drive me to my demise,”

Anastasia murmured to herself. With a sarcastic smile, she lowered her gaze feebly.

There was nothing for her to say to him. Alastor would never believe her, no matter what she said.

The reason was that he believed that he had seen Anastasia’s true colors and had stamped all the

discriminatory labels on her.

“Anastasia, why are you so stubborn? Is the relationship you had in your youthful years so important?”

Alastor’s voice became hoarse. He didn’t know why she would rather be with Jason.

“Why does her first crush mean so much to her? Jace has a stronghold in her memory for so many

years,” he thought angrily.

“You want me to beg you?” Anastasia knew Alastor wanted her to implore him.

“I’ve made it obvious. You just need to relent to me…” Alastor felt Anastasia was out of touch with

reality. “Let’s not divorce each other. What shall be yours is

yours. I can give you what he can’t…”

“She’s too naive. Otherwise, she won’t choose Jace over me,” he convinced himself inwardly.

“I’ll not bother you anymore regarding my art exhibition, Mr. Lopez.” Anastasia stood upright and

breathed deeply. “Alastor, I’ve loved you. It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. I’ve loved you…”

Alastor frowned. He stared at Anastasia, his eyelids twitching.

Anastasia knew he didn’t believe her.

“Do you know why Jace’s so important to me?” Anastasia stared at Alastor. “In this world, romantic or

sexual love is not the only connection between men and women. It’s you… and your people, who have

an impure mind when you encounter a friendship between men and women.”

Anastasia’s smile was ironic, and her explanation was powerless. However, there were things she must

express now. “You refused to trust me when Sienna’s uncle assaulted me. In addition, you accused me

of volunteering myself for the assault. Never mind. Jace trusts me. He’d kill someone for me.”

While Anastasia couldn’t say what Jason did was right, he would protect her with his life and trust her

unconditionally. These

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were what Alastor lacked.

“He spent years in the detention center for me. He then had to leave Hork for Atharia because of me.

He has no background while Grandma Penelope is ill. Can you imagine how much suffering he had to

endure alone in Atharia? There’s no way for me to repay him.” With her breath hitching, a defiant

Anastasia swiped her tears away.

She knew Alastor would never understand her feelings and inner thoughts.

“Anastasia, I’m your husband. You owe him a lot, but that’s not a reason to hurt me instead!” Indeed,

Alastor couldn’t understand what she tried to convey.

Their arguments showed they didn’t understand each other on the same level.

This was often the case between married couples. For example, the wife said she wanted to have

some fruit. She meant to have apples, but the husband bought a cart of bananas.

The husband would think it didn’t matter, because bananas qualified as fruit, too.

But the wife believed if her husband truly loved and understood her, he would have known that she

preferred apples to bananas. By saying her request vaguely, she was testing if her husband cared

about her.

One didn’t care for the details, and the other didn’t care to explain.

It was a sorrowful sight to see.

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