Whispers of betrayal (Selena and Ryan) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

At this time, everything Alastor had done so far disappointed Anastasia beyond despair. She raised her hand to stop Alastor from continuing.

“We’re not suited to stay married. Why can’t we have an amicable break-off? Why must we torture each other? Alastor, leave me alone, please…” Anastasia was losing control of her mental state. Now, she stared at him, hoping he would let her go. “Now I know. What you wanted is for me to lose all standing and reputation. You enjoyed seeing me humiliated. You want to destroy everything I’ve gained from you. Alastor, you want to tell me if I’ve never met you, I’ll be even more worthless than a dirty rat in the sewer!” Anastasia had a nervous breakdown, and she shouted in desperation. She no longer cared how the guests of the dinner party viewed her.

She continued, “Alastor, do remember this… Even if I didn’t marry you, I’d have my career and life. While I won’t have the shortcuts and fame you brought me, I don’t think I’ll end up worse than this!” She lamented her past choice. Why didn’t she choose another path instead of marriage?

Anastasia cried in her heart, ‘Why did I trust naively when he said he was giving me a home?

I’m an idiot, an idiot who’s unbelievably foolish!

It’s my fault from the beginning to the end.

I’m wrong! I’m wrong from the very beginning.

What an asshole I am! I’ve failed Jace and Mr. Lexington.

“Alastor, I don’t hate you… I deserve this!” Anastasia pointed to the ground and stressed her every word. “I’ll go to hell… But after I die, I’ll never want to see you again. I hope you an go to heaven…”

Anastasia wiped her tears and leaned against the wall. Her fingers felt numb. “Is that enough?

Anastasia’s glance swept over the people engrossed in discussing, blaming, and deriding her. Some were taking photos. “Are you now satisfied with the humiliation I went through tonight?” she asked Alastor if he was happy now.

Alastor froze on the spot. He clenched his fists tightly until he felt pain.

Alastor mused, ‘Is this what I want to see?

No. I don’t want this at all.

In the past four years, Anastasia’s never been like this.

Is she too good at hiding her true self?

Or… I don’t know her well enough, and I’ve never really tried to know and understand her. The thoughts in Alastor’s mind scared him.

He had always assumed Anastasia to be a docile woman who relied entirely on men. She should have no temper and be meek, subservient, and obedient.