Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 4

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Felicia posted on her bare in beng a photo of an empty bed.

For now, she did not dare publicly reveal ber reliasetup with Alastor on Instagram

ther for was it to posted to

Lanz on her bed Aasasa had a poseblee

She lay quietly for a long time her bands and feet trembling

As she contemplated her circumstances, the came to the realization that there was little worth clinging to.

Her mother had long passed away, and her father had remarried. Her stepmother did not treat her well leaving behind childbood traumas that made her fear men at one point.

Otherwise, pven her appearance, she wouldn’t have had to resort to blind dates and hasty marriages

Inhaling deeply. Anastas led her hand to touch her cheek, finding tears there.

Ste was shedding tears born from anger.

In the grand scheme of life and death, everything seemed insignificant. Yet, she had truly loved Alastor.

Anastasia eded an Instagram post and uploaded it

Her capoon read. [Springtime is here, and thus little one at home is entering her beat cycle again. Tomorrow, I’ll be taking her for spayınır The accompanying image featured her Ragdoll cat

The cat

as beautiful. It had blue eyes and was adorable and affectionate.

Anastasia adopted the little Ragdoll last winter and named it Snowball Snowball was attached to Alastor.

Since Alastor had expressed his aversion to children. Anastasia had chosen to care for this Ragdoll cat in lieu of having

children

Felicia’s Instagram post, which highlighted that a man’s love for a woman was gauged by his desire for her, struck a chord

Throughout their four–year marriage. Alastor’s sentiments toward her had seemingly remained consistently lackluster. Despite their arracable itimacy, it was bereft of passion

Perhaps making love required love first before passion could ignite.

That night. astasia could not sleep.

Four years

How many more cycles of four years did she have left in her lifetime?

Ever since marrying Alastor, she had genuinely poured all her feelings into the relationship.

Anastasia chuckled sarcastically. Since she could not sleep, she went ahead and sent Felicia’s profile, name, and photo to her childhood friend

Anastasia’s best friend studied in Atharia and attended the same school as Felicia.

Her best friend reped Hey, isn’t this my senior? She’s a social butterfly and has quite a reputation. She could charm angone and went all out to pursue a handsome guy in our class.]

Commonally Mrastasia’s best friend, Kimberly Castillo, knew Felicia.

Arastam wrote back [She’s Alastor’s ex–girlfriend. She now works in Alastor’s company, and he cheated on me. Right now, he’s in her bed]

As Anastasia typed the message, her hands trembled.

Within that concise text by a multitude of implications

On the other end, Kimberly fell silent. The chat box showed that she was typing, deleting, and typing again.

After a long while, she finally sent one word: [Darrin!]

Anastasia grasped the main point right away and inquired: (You said Felicia pursued a handsome guy in your class?]

Kamberly found herself uncertain about how to console Anastasia. Her instinct was to reprimand, but she tried to restrain hervil at that moment. berly wrote: [1] show you a photo of him. Wait for me. I’ll book a flight back. I had planned to

s like Ill have to return sooner than expected]

In no time, Kimberly sent a photo.

In the photograph, the man stood tall, easily distinguishable in a group of seven or eight individuals. His aura was radiant and he possessed a handsome appearance, reminiscent of a male celebrity seen on television.

Moreover, Anastasia felt he looked somewhat familiar. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Anastasia pondered momentarily, then typed: [Is he from Hork too? Can you help me get his contact information?] [Sure! When I get back, I’ll personally expose that goody–two–shoes!] Kimberly’s response carried a fierce and determined

aura.

Anastasia rubbed her eyes and felt a little pain. [I have a plan. Don’t come back yet. I’ll go to Atharia to find you.]

Kimberly replied with an excited emoji: [Got it!]

Anastasia touched her nose, and it started bleeding again.

She texted once more: [What’s this guy’s background like? Is it better than Alastor’s?]

“His name is Jason Gunn, and he’s quite mysterious. His specific family background is unknown. Some speculate that he is the scion of the Gunn family, the most prominent family in Hork, but Jason has never admitted it.” Kimberly sent a voice message directly.

“Okay. Give me all the information on this scion in three minutes.”