Whispers of betrayal (Selena and Ryan) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Anastasia returned to her residence and reached out to hug Snowball. As she patted the cat, she murmured, “Snowball…”

She thought, “What will Snowball do after I die?”

She needed to entrust Snowball to someone before she died.

It was obviously unrealistic to leave her to Alastor because Felicia hated cats.

Anastasia sat on the couch, looking at this place that she once thought would be her home.

Alastor’s so-called “home” was merely a byword.

It was a cold and bloodless home without warmth.

“Snowball, eat more.” Anastasia fed Snowball more cat food and some dried fish.

Snowball meowed happily in response.

Squatting down next to Snowball’s cat bed, Anastasia smiled.

The human world was not quite a pleasant place. In her next life, she no longer wanted to return here. If she had the choice, it would be better to be a carefree kitten.

She didn’t want to wander around outside. She wanted to meet a kind-hearted person, have a comforting kitten’s bed, and have a home where no one would abandon her.

When Alastor came back, the fragrance of food was overflowing in the house.

Anastasia busied herself in the kitchen as usual.

Alastor stood at the door and was silent for a long time.

At that moment, he felt like the divorce was just a dream.

“Anastasia… Alastor’s voice sounded slightly hoarse as if he had a tiring past few days.

Anastasia brought out the food and smiled at Alastor. “Let’s have our last meal.”

After this meal, they were really going to part ways.

Alastor’s

‘s expression was dark as he frowned. “I told you not to announce it to the public. We will hide it from Grandma, and we must carry on the same as before.”

“Alastor, we can’t be the same as before. We just need to cooperate when we visit her every week, Anastasia said as she filled Alastor’s plate with pasta.

For the past four years, she played the role of a proper housewife to the fullest extent.

There was not a single day when she actually lived for herself.