Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

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!”
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“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 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
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.