Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 64

Anastasia did not realize how she reached home. When sitting on the couch, all she could feel was her

cold, numb limbs.

Snowball meowed and came over to nest on Anastasia’s lap as if it was trying to help her warm up her

stiff body.

Gazing at Snowball in her embrace, Anastasia chuckled. “I still have you with me Snowball”

As she spoke. Anastasia got all choked up. “I only have you now”

She had lost everything. All she had left was Snowball to accompany her.

Snowball was most likely the only emotional support that kept her going

After turning on the heater. Anastasia nestled by the ceiling-to-floor window and read her diary entry of

the past.

Whenever Anastasia was shaken up, forgetting the past temporarily would become her go-to choice.

That was her protection mechanism kicking off

However, the diary re-awakened Anastasia’s memories and ignited her sorrow.

“Anastasia, what kind of house do you like?”

Jace had once asked Anastasia what type of house she adored.

“A stand-alone, quiet one with front and back yards. Also, it’s better if it comes with ceiling-to-floor

windows, a wall-mounted stove, bloomed flowers in the courtyard, and a cat. Our home should consist

of you, me, and our kitty.”

Anastasia could barely remember what state of mind she was in when she wrote that sentence.

That was all six years ago.

Too many things were forgotten.

“Meow” Snowball had a sharper sense of hearing than Anastasia. It darted over the instant she heard

movements at the door.

As expected, Alastor came back.

Every time he came home, he was always tired

Seeing Snowball pounced at him, Alastor did not respond.

In the past, he would always pick Snowball up and gently comfort its head, even if he had to pretend to

do it voluntarily.

At present, he even found putting on an act to be laborious.

“Did you call the police to get Meredith arrested?” The first thing Alastor did upon stepping inside was

interrogate her.

Anastasia closed the diary, put it aside, and rubbed her eyebrows. “Are you planning to open a harem

now? You’re even sticking your nose into Sienna’s matter.”

Alastor approached Anastasia and eyed the diary Anastasia put aside. “Just because Sienna showed

me your diary and exposed the indecent acts between you and Xavier, you’re getting back at her and

Meredith?”

Anastasia took a deep breath, her gaze landed on the diary.

It turned out that Alastor had long read through her diary.

“No matter how wicked Meredith is to you, Anastasia, she raised you and cared for you for so many

years. You ought to be grateful to her.” A pucker creased Alastor’s forehead. His voice was as deep as

a bottomless pit.

Anastasia could only feel a wave of suffocation looming, her fingers as numb as ever.

“Grateful’ Alastor actually demands me to be grateful to that witch I’m already grateful enough not to

claim their lives,” she mused

“What’s the matter? You suddenly realized you don’t know me at all? Indeed. I’m such a vindictive

person who’s also hypocritical and good at disguising myself. Not only that, but I’m even a promiscuous

wretch with a messed up private life. Isn’t that what you think of me?” Anastasia blurted out the words

Alastor had been bottling up inside.

Through Alastor’s eyes, Anastasia could already see the labels he had on her.

“To think that you’d install surveillance cameras at home in advance and secretly record videos of

Meredith and others just to threaten her to divorce your dad and leave the marriage with nothing. You

even wanted to sabotage her and throw her behind bars. How could you be so vicious? To say that

Alastor was astonished would be an understatement. “Did you also install surveillance cameras here in

our house to deal with me in the same fashion?”

If truth be told, he would never expect Anastasia to take such a drastic measure.

After all, that woman was her stepmother, Meredith, who had lived with her under one roof for ages.

“How could a person be so savage?” he muttered inwardly.

“I used to think you were a smart guy. Alastor At least you could tell right from wrong” Anastasia smiled

bitterly at that.

In fact, when one had already stereotyped another as a diabolical person, no matter what the other

party did, it would be regarded as atrocious nonetheless.

“I don’t own the police station, and I don’t dictate the law. If Meredith did nothing wrong, the police will

release her.” Anastasia curled up in a ball and tightened her shawl. “You came here today just to

question me for Sienna’s sake?”

Anastasia stared at Alastor. Apparently, Sienna had complained to him.

Even after four years of marriage. Alastor would rather believe an outsider than her.

Clearly, the trust between them had never been established.

There were things that would never take shape on their own all of a sudden. Rather, their formations

were accumulated over

time.

Alastor’s attitude on that day proved that he had never truly trusted the woman for the past four years,

not even for a single day.

Sure enough, he had always been on his guard against her.

“The home you wished for-a stand-alone mansion, preferably without neighbors, with flowers blooming

in the front and back yards, and those ceiling-to-floor windows you so desired. Everything you ever

wanted.” Alastor picked up the diary on the floor and flipped through the pages. I was the one who

granted you those, Anastasia.”

Anastasia shrank her legs and smiled. “I’ll return them all to you.”

In the past, she thought that the home she cared about was the house she lived in. It turned out that

she was wrong.

“Ha… You must be disappointed, right?” Alastor put the diary aside. I’m the one who stays with you in

this house, not your darling Jace.”

“Are you jealous, Alastor?” asked Anastasia with a grin.

Actually, she deliberately turned Alastor’s stomach by saying that.

In her mind, she knew very well that it was impossible for a man like him who had never spared a

thought for her to be jealous.