âBack off Donât touch me!â Anastasia freaked out and struggled like crazy, trying to shove Alastor away.
She was seriously grossed out.
Anastasia turned on the shower to freezing cold temperature, desperately trying to wash off the feeling of his hands on her. He used the hands that had touched Felicia to touch her.
It was so disgustingâ¦
âAnastasia!â Alastor was beyond irritated now.
Was she seriously resisting him touching her?
âSo Jason can touch you, but I canât?â Alastor cornered Anastasia against the wall. âJust so you remember, weâre not divorced yet.
âDonât freaking touch me!â Anastasia yelled, desperately telling Alastor to keep his hands off her. Her emotions were all over the place.
âAnastasia, youâve let a bunch of people touch you. Did you really think I wanted to touch you?â
Alastorâs irritation was getting the best of him.
Alastor was saying stuff he shouldnât have, and he knew it. Words, once spoken, couldnât be taken back.
Some words were like knives: they could stab right into someoneâs heart.
Even though Alastor knew these words were harsh, he still let them slip out.
Anastasia suddenly went quiet, and the bathroom was just filled with the sound of water and Alastor breathing.
He started to panic, regretting what he had just said.
Once those words were out, they couldnât be undone.
Anastasia stood there, numb.
She thought, âYeah, why was I on my high horse?â
âHurry up and get it over with⦠Anastasia stopped fighting, stripped off her soaked clothes herself, and stood under the freezing water.
The icy feeling momentarily distracted Anastasia from the pain in her body and heart.
Alastor turned off the shower and pulled Anastasia into a hug. âYou left me with no choiceâ¦â
Anastasia didnât say anything. She was like a lifeless shell.
Alastor wanted to say something, but the words just werenât coming out.
Alastor was revolting to her, and Anastasia knew it.
But even so, he used sex to get back at her for that comment about not being satisfied by him after four years of marriageâ¦
âAlastor⦠My stomach hurts.â
Her sex life with Alastor had been fine before. He might not have been very into her, but heâd been gentle.
But this time, even though he knew she was carrying a child, it felt like he was just taking it out on her.
Anastasia cried out, saying her stomach hurt.
But it was actually the pain in her chest that was unbearable.
She knew deep down, Alastor had never really believed this child was his.
He felt the child wasnât his, which is why he was acting so recklessly.
Anastasia closed her eyes slowly, her tears burning hot.
Alastorâs movements became gentler, but his grip on Anastasiaâs waist tightened.
âAlastor, tomorrow⦠Iâll come clean with Grandma Andrea and tell her itâs my fault weâre getting divorced.â Anastasiaâs voice was raspy, and she leaned weakly against his shoulder.
âLetâs hug one last time,â she thought.
âLetâs Over these four years, Alastor had given her everything she wanted.
âLetâs just get the divorce certificate. You can pick a date, and weâll do a DNA paternity test. Anastasia was seriously tired. She didnât want to keep fighting.
Alastor frowned, his grip on her getting tighter. âYouâre in a rush to get those divorce papers so you and your boyfriend Jace can ride off into the sunset?â
Anastasia thought Alastor was ridiculous. He was the one who wanted the divorce in the first place.
âWhy are you suddenly all cooperative? Are you trying to pull some sneaky move or get something out of this?â Alastorâs voice was low. âIâve already made a will. If the DNA paternity test says the kidâs mine, the kid gets everything. But if not, the willâs worthless.â
Anastasia had almost forgotten about the will.
âAs for the company shares, donât even bother thinking about it.â
Alastor frowned.
âI donât want anythingâ¦â Anastasiaâs voice was hoarse. She was about to collapse.
âAnastasia cut the manipulation. This house is yours, and Iâll also give you 2 million dollars in assets, plus you can choose any car from the garage,â Alastor said in a low voice.
âNo needâ¦â Anastasia replied, finding no meaning in these possessions anymore.
âAnastasia!â Alastor felt like her refusal of the assets was a challenge.
âYou just need to hurry up and get that divorce certificate with me⦠Letâs make a clean breakâ¦âAnastasiaâs voice was fading.
Unable to hold on any longer, she slipped from Alastorâs grip and fell to the ground.
âAnastasiaâ¦â
Alastor was in a panic as he grabbed Anastasiaâs arm. His eyes widened as he saw the blood on her legs, which was a horrifying sight.
At that moment, Alastor was terrified.
He wished he could slap himself.
âAnastasia.â
She couldnât handle it anymore, and that was why she admitted her stomach hurt.
â But Alastor-hadnât held back.
He didnât know if they could save this child.
Alastor called 911.
Anastasia spent Christmas Eve in the emergency room.
The next day, Alastor sat anxiously by her bedside, looking completely in a mess.
It seemed like he had spent the whole night by her side.
âThe kidâ¦â Anastasia realized what was happening and panicked, covering her stomach with her hands.
Sure enough, she still cared deeply about this child.
She really cared about it.