Whispers Of Betrayal by Camile Emest
Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Seeing Anastasia awake, Alastor spoke with a dark face. “The kid’s okay.”

Anastasia let out a sigh of relief and propped herself up. “Thanks…”

As Anastasia thanked him, there was a noticeable aloofness in her tone.

Alastor frowned slightly. He was the one in the wrong here, but Anastasia was thanking him as if he were a stranger. It was clear that she was starting to treat him as such.

“Anastasia, you better not give me this attitude. Whether we divorce or not is my call. The choice and the initiative are in my hands. If I don’t agree, you’ll never be able to openly be with Jason!” Alastor didn’t even know why he was getting so worked

But every time he saw Anastasia like this, he just got angry.

Admittedly, he was the one who didn’t want to leave last night.

During previous Christmas celebrations, Anastasia used to prepare a Christmas Eve dinner at home, sit on the couch, watching the Christmas’ Gala, and wait for him to come home. She would then embrace him tenderly, wishing him a happy Christmas.

But now, the once warm home was shattered.

“Alastor, what do you want? You clearly don’t love me, yet you keep torturing me.” Anastasia choked up as she looked at Alastor.

When she didn’t want a divorce, Alastor was pushing for it.

Now that she did want one, he was saying these things.

She initially didn’t want a divorce, because as long as she didn’t, Alastor and Felicia could never be together openly. But now, he was using the same approach as his own threat.

It was really laughable.

Alastor clenched his fists, avoiding eye contact. The veins on his temples became visible due to suppressed anger.

In reality, he just wanted to break Anastasia’s resistance, force her to surrender, and make her realize that the reality was that he could provide her everything Jason, the poor guy, couldn’t

“If you’re not feeling uncomfortable anymore, pack up and come with me. Let’s go see Grandma.” Alastor’s voice was heavy as he spoke, turning to leave.

Anastasia felt like she was falling apart.

Actually, her attending physician was at Hork General Hospital. If Alastor had truly cared, he could’ve taken the initiative to speak with the doctor about her condition, and he would replace out about lier cancer.

But Alastor hadn’t done that even once.

This only meant one thing: Alastor deep down believed she was good at pretending, and that she was just purting on an act.

He thought she was faking her illness, faking her fainting, and faking everything.

“When we’re at my grandma’s, think about what to say and what not to say. Be smart about it. Alastor reminded and warned Anastasia again.

Anastasia took a deep breath, her gaze trembling as she looked at Alastor. “I’ll tell Grandma Andrea that I want a divorce…”

“I’ve already told you that until I agree, whether we get the divorce certificate or not is up to me.” Alastor seemed fixated on dragging out the divorce.

Anastasia bit her lip and didn’t say anything.

Whatever.

She thought, “Well, we’ll just drag it out until the day I die. That’s fine with me.”

“I can cooperate, but I have one condition.” Anastasia looked at Alastor.

“Spit it out.” Alastor was clearly getting impatient.

“During Winter Light Festival, you have to attend my art exhibition.” Anastasia was being stubborn, insisting that Alastor attend her “funeral.”

I was her way of ending this marriage, their relationship, and her life.

This art exhibition was genuinely important to her.

It was her last art exhibition, and she had put a lot of effort into each piece.

Alastor scrunched his brows. Felicia’s art exhibition was on the same day as Anastasia’s.

Anastasia knew Felicia had done it deliberately, but she stubbornly waited to see if Alastor would choose to attend her exhibition instead.

“Not this. You can propose any other condition.” Alastor’s expression soured.

Anastasia had noticed it. Alastor must have already agreed to go to Felicia’s exhibition.

Suddenly, her vision seemed to darken. Anastasia felt that Alastor was being excessively cruel to her.

“There’s not much time left. Today’s already Christmas Day…” Anastasia choked up.

She didn’t have much time left.

It wasn’t just about the art exhibition; it was also about the countdown to her life.

“You have to come to my art exhibition…” Anastasia hoarsely threatened Alastor.

She didn’t know what excuse to use to threaten him.

But she just wanted Alastor to attend.

“Please…” Finally, Anastasia began to compromise as she pleaded with him.

Alastor was walking away, but he halted upon hearing that. Then, he looked back at Anastasia.

Was she begging him?

“I’ll think about it.” Alastor still said he would just think about it.

“You have to come…” Anastasia’s gaze trembled as she looked at Alastor.

If he didn’t come, he would definitely regret it….

She was sure of it.

“We’ll talk about it another time.” Alastor got into the car and signaled for Anastasia to get in too.

Anastasia stood outside the car, hesitating for a long while. “I’ll take a cab…”

She couldn’t stand Alastor’s car.

Anything related to him and Felicia made her sick.

Turning around, she hailed a cab. Anastasia had barely gotten in when she received a message from Felicia.

She said, “Anastasia, yesterday Alastor and I were sleeping in your bed. Your bed.