Whispers of betrayal (Selena and Ryan) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Alastor’s face fell. His eyes obviously blazed with fury.

Felicia clenched her fists guiltily as if she did not expect Anastasia to be so blunt. Anyway, she did not care, as every time she sent Anastasia a picture she shouldn’t, she immediately recalled it. Nothing would be found on the chat record from Anastasia’s side.

“What did she send?” Alastor reached out and asked Anastasia for her phone.

“Are you sure you don’t know what she sent?” Anastasia laughed at his reaction. “Aren’t you two together on Christmas Eve, Valentine’s Day, and every important festival since Felicia returned? Didn’t you give her money, buy her bags and cars, and gift her luxury items?”

Alastor furrowed his brows and only spoke after a long time. “Those… are

compensation for her.” and only spok

Anastasia took a step back weakly and sneered. “Compensation? There’s so much compensation for a mistress. What about me? What am I to you after being with you for four years?”

“Anastasia, I’ve already done all I can for you.” Alastor looked at Anastasia and spoke again in a low voice. “Stop making a fuss. I didn’t make a public statement to keep Jason and your dignity. Listen to me and leave him.”

Anastasia leaned against the wall and barely supported herself. “Don’t go too far.”

“I have yet to make a move against you, Anastasia.” Alastor rubbed between his eyebrows as if he knew he was about to lose control of his emotions.

He mused, “I haven’t started to do anything yet. Is this considered as going too far? What about her? Isn’t it too much for her to be with Jason?” — “Alastor, let me explain this. I just…” Felicia could tell that Alastor was

angry from the tense aura he exuded.

“Take your stuff and scram,” Alastor ordered Felicia.

Anastasia wondered what Alastor had up his sleeves and whispered inwardly, “He already summoned Felicia over, and she had already changed the furnishings and ornaments in the house. Why does he still put up an act?”

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“Alastor…” Felicia whimpered.

Alastor seemed to be suppressing his anger and glared at Felicia.

Otherwise, it would always be a ticking time bomb in her hand.

“Alastor, let’s get the divorce certificate. I’m willing to leave the marriage with nothing and not ask anything from you. If Grandma Andrea really can’t handle the shock, I can cooperate with you to put on an act. I only want a divorce.”

Anastasia was firm.

Andrea was in poor health, and her cancer had spread.

As for herself, she did not have much time to live after she gave birth to

the baby.

She wanted to live for herself and her child in her limited life.

Anastasia gazed down at her belly and murmured in a hoarse voice, “If I gave birth to the baby and lost my life, would you be kind to the baby? Will Felicia treat my baby as her own?”

She knew the answer would be “no.”