Whispers of betrayal (Selena and Ryan) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

After leaving the hospital following her pregnancy check-up, Anastasia walked alone in the cold wind on her way home.

Anastasia looked up at the densely overcast sky, her thoughts wandering.

“Do I forsake this child or my own life?”

It was a difficult decision to make.

Anastasia spotted Alastor’s car at the entrance of the mansion from a dista

He didn’t enter the house and leaned against the car door, smoking, probably waiting for her.

“Why are you here?” Anastasia was a little surprised.

After they signed the divorce agreement, Alastor never went back, except for their weekly Friday meet-ups to dine with his grandmother.

It wasn’t Friday, yet Alastor had returned.

Alastor glanced at Anastasia.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, she was bundled up, her face appearing even smaller and paler against the layers, almost as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Alastor’s heart tightened inexplicably, and he extinguished the cigarette butt. “Stay back, there’s smoke.

Anastasia smiled and positioned herself at a distance, pondering, “This man seemed perfect in so many ways, except for the part where he doesn’t love me”

“Mr. Zahn from Prosper Group is currently in Hork for business discussions. Mrs. Zahn is very fond of you. They acquired a majority of your paintings during the previous charity art exhibition. They’re interested in meeting you,” Alastor briefly explained.

Anastasia understood.

Interaction within the wives’ circle was also a common approach to fostering business collaboration.

That was also the reason why Alastor hadn’t made the divorce agreement public yet.

At social events like those, he still needed to have Anastasia accompany him.

‘Sure, I’ll go get changed and freshen up first,” Anastasia agreed without hesitation. After all, she hadn’t reached the stage of harboring any resentment toward him.

It was simply a matter of not being loved.

Alastor gave a nod of acknowledgment, maintaining his position against the car door.

“It’s quite cold outside. Aren’t you coming inside?” Anastasia asked as she reached the doorway.

“No.” Alastor declined.

Anastasia’s fingers stiffened for a moment. Without looking back, she opened the door and entered the house.

A hint of warmth filled her eyes. Anastasia readied cat food for Snowball before soaking dried fish in special milk powder for the treats. Following that, she made her way to the restroom, quickly washing her face, applying a mask, and embarking on a search for clothes.

Considering it was a business banquet, Anastasia had to dress a bit more formally, and her attire had to complement Alastor’s suit.

Having compared a few outfits, Anastasia gazed at her reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt bewildered.

Over the last four years, she’d worked tirelessly to satisfy Alastor, aspiring to be an ideal spouse.