Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 147

“You reached out to Jason, Zachary, and Matthew Zeller behind my back. Don’t you think that’s also wrong?” Alastor could not fathom why Anastasia consistently clung to the belief that she had not committed any errors.

If he truly harbored no feelings for her, he believed he wouldn’t be so infuriated by those actions.

“Once, I believed I was exceptionally lucky to encounter someone unlike the rest, yet now I understand that nobody can evade the constraints of society.” Anastasia chuckled softly and shook her head.

In this realm of reality, far from the realms of tales, she could not embody the archetypal prince or princess from enchanting narratives as she was not Cinderella, and Alastor was not her prince.

The essence of marriage was a manifestation of reality. It was a web of complexities, a dearth of mutual trust, a stage for mutual reproach, the unraveling of visages during divorce proceedings, and a platform for hurling allegations at one

another.

At this point, Anastasia did not have the urge to explain any further.

After all, one could not wake up someone pretending to be asleep.

“Did you inform Grandma about our divorce?” Alastor redirected the conversation. Truthfully, he was not interested in arguing with Anastasia.

Anastasia ignored Alastor.

“Anastasia… Must we engage in an argument every time we meet?” Alastor trailed behind Anastasia. Since she declined to ride in his car, he chose to accompany her on the subway.

“Grandma Andrca mentioned that she has eyes and keeps up with the news,” Anastasia stated, fixing her gaze on Alastor. “Are you attempting to shift the blame onto me once more? You’re the one who announced the news and initiated the divorce. Yet, you’re also the one who hesitates and declines to finalize the divorce certificate with me. What exactly is it that want?” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“I don’t want a divorce.” Alastor finally mustered the courage to confess that he did not want a divorce.

“Ha…” Anastasia scoffed sarcastically. “And why’s that? Did you suddenly fall in love with me?”

Alastor frowned when he heard her words. He wanted to say something, but eventually, he remained silent.

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“Alastor, it’s not that you discovered you’re in love with me. It’s that you noticed someone else is in my life. As a matter of fact, your survival instinct and pride refuse to let you lose to anyone,” said Anastasia as she pointed at Alastor’s heart.

“I don’t know what love is.” Alastor held Anastasia’s finger tightly. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t you know what love is? Isn’t Felicia your love? There is a dedicated album full of Felicia’s pictures on your phone. Isn’t that the proof of your love?” Anastasia was utterly speechless.

“Album?” Alastor furrowed his brows and took out his phone to check.

“Do you mean this?” Alastor located the album. “I was drunk that day, and then Felicia kept bothering me. I admit that I have made a mistake… But she kept pressuring me to get a divorce, and I refused to do so…”

Anastasia did not want to hear his excuse any longer.

“Anastasia, all I have are screenshots of WhatsApp conversations with Felicia. Please read them carefully,” Alastor urged Anastasia to examine the pictures. “These are the photos I sent to the lawyer. Originally, I intended to keep this evidence, thinking that if she dared to interfere with our relationship, I could sue her for disrupting the family. Meanwhile, I was worried you’d find out, so I let her keep making unreasonable demands.”

“So, when you agreed to accompany her on holidays and buy her handbags as per her requests, it was all because you were afraid she might tell me what happened?” Anastasia found Alastor’s behavior amusing at that moment.

He was an intelligent person, holding the position of CEO within Lopez Group and standing as a leading figure in the business realm among the younger generation.

Having witnessed countless cutthroat situations, he seemed to be acting foolishly when it came to addressing matters concerning marriage.

No one would believe it if someone were to say it out loud.

“You accuse me of not trusting you, but have you ever truly trusted me?” Alastor’s voice was tinged with a sense of injustice. “I also need your trust. Yet, what did you do? You installed surveillance cameras in our home and invited your sister to meddle in our affairs. You were the first to cross the line.”

“Are you here to confront me about these matters?” Anastasia furrowed her brows, uncertain about Alastor’s intentions.

“Anastasia…” Alastor wanted to explain.

“Alastor, we’ve come to this point today, nearing the edge of divorce, wasn’t because of infidelity and third-party

interference. They might have sparked the conflict, but the real issue is the gradual accumulation of disappointment over these years,” Anastasia remarked with a sardonic smile.

These details revealed Alastor’s genuine feelings.

“You didn’t allow me to work outside and insisted that I should stay at home as a full-time housewife. However, when introducing me to the public, you would say that I’m a student of Mr. Lexington. It appears that men can also be hypocritical. You wanted me to have no social life and stay at home as a dutiful wife, yet you also wanted me to shine in front of others so that you could feel proud.”