Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 117

Anastasia knew that Alastor would not treat the child well, and it would even be impossible for Felicia to do so. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Therefore, she wanted to give birth to the child secretly and entrust it to someone trustworthy so that the child could live a better and happier life, instead of letting it stay with Alastor, tortured from a young age.

“Grandma treats you well. But for Jason’s sake, don’t you even care about Grandma’s health?” Alastor did not expect Anastasia to be so persistent with a divorce certificate. He continued, “You know the best about Grandma’s condition. She can’t take any shock. Once she does, her heart can’t stand it at all. I even dare not to tell my mom that you’ve gone for an abortion and that the child is gone now. Yet, you are only thinking about divorce. You are so selfish!”

Alastor thought Anastasia was selfish to the core. For the sake of Jason, she really did not care about anything.

“There’s no need to lay a guilt trip on me.” Anastasia lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly. “As I said, I will leave the marriage with nothing after getting the divorce certificate. In the coming year, I can cooperate with you in acting so that Grandma won’t know about it. It’s just a divorce certificate. No one will know if both of us keep our mouths shut.”

Anastasia only felt that Alastor was unreasonable as he made it so complicated, even though it was a simple matter.

She thought there was really no point for them to become enemies. “Anastasia, you are always confused about the situation.” Alastor got up and looked down at Anastasia. “The decision is on me, not you. If you want to expose Felicia, go for it. I don’t care whether she is regarded as a mistress.”

Anastasia clenched her fists tightly. She thought sarcastically, “That’s right. It doesn’t matter if Felicia is regarded as a mistress. What matters to Alastor is that he likes her.”

“However, what about Jason?” Alastor asked in a deep voice.

“Alastor!” Anastasia’s eyes turned red, and she felt that Alastor was despicable.

“I’m hungry.” Alastor looked at Anastasia but only said he was hungry.

Judging from his current state, Anastasia knew he had a hangover and did not sleep well last night.

“What? Can’t Felicia cook?” Anastasia looked at Alastor ironically.

Alastor did not say anything.

“Anastasia, what I need is a good wife. I hope you will continue to play your previous role well. If I think your performance is not good enough, I can’t guarantee that Jason will be as famous as you,” Alastor satirized Anastasia.

He was mocking her as a painter, which caused an uproar on the internet some time ago.

Even at present, the internet was full of comments about her.

Alastor not only did not help her but added insult to injury, as he admitted that he cheated.

Anastasia did not dare to open Twitter anymore. She did not block the comments and let the netizens abuse her as much as possible. She did not care about it.

However, her heart still could not bear it.

An example was when she came home on the day, some students from the Department of Art recognized her and mocked her all the way. “Where are you going?” When Alastor saw that Anastasia

got up and was about to leave, he got slightly angry.

“There are no ingredients at home. I’m going to the farmer’s market to buy some.” Anastasia’s voice was hoarse.

Alastor was stunned for a moment, and unexpectedly, he said, “I’ll go with you.”

Anastasia also paused for a moment. She did not know what was wrong with Alastor, as he suddenly wanted to go to the farmer’s market.

After four years of marriage, Alastor probably did not even know what the farmer’s market looked like.

“Are you sure?” Anastasia asked.

Alastor followed behind Anastasia without answering her but said, “I’ll drive.”

“The farmer’s market is crowded with people and cars now. It’s not suitable for driving.” Anastasia’s voice was low.

“Can’t we go to the supermarket?” Alastor was a little displeased.

“The ingredients in the supermarket are not very fresh, and there are only a few kinds. Plus, you’re so picky…” Anastasia whispered.

Alastor glanced at Anastasia and frowned. “Then, take the subway?”

“There is no subway station over there. We take the bus.” Anastasia walked outside the residential area, followed by Alastor.

Alastor probably had never gotten on a bus in his life.