Seeing Anastasia awake, Alastor spoke with a dark face. âThe kidâs okay.â
Anastasia let out a sigh of relief and propped herself up. âThanksâ¦â
As Anastasia thanked him, there was a noticeable aloofness in her tone.
Alastor frowned slightly. He was the one in the wrong here, but Anastasia was thanking him as if he were a stranger. It was clear that she was starting to treat him as such.
âAnastasia, you better not give me this attitude. Whether we divorce or not is my call. The choice and the initiative are in my hands. If I donât agree, youâll never be able to openly be with Jason!â Alastor didnât even know why he was getting so worked 1.
But every time he saw Anastasia like this, he just got angry.
Admittedly, he was the one who didnât want to leave last night.
During previous Christmas celebrations, Anastasia used to prepare a Christmas Eve dinner at home, sit on the couch, watching the Christmasâ Gala, and wait for him to come home. She would then embrace him tenderly, wishing him a happy Christmas.
But now, the once warm home was shattered.
âAlastor, what do you want? You clearly donât love me, yet you keep torturing me.â Anastasia choked up as she looked at Alastor.
When she didnât want a divorce, Alastor was pushing for it.
Now that she did want one, he was saying these things.
She initially didnât want a divorce, because as long as she didnât, Alastor and Felicia could never be together openly. But now, he was using the same approach as his own threat.
It was really laughable.
Alastor clenched his fists, avoiding eye contact. The veins on his temples became visible due to suppressed anger.
In reality, he just wanted to break Anastasiaâs resistance, force her to surrender, and make her realize that the reality was that he could provide her everything Jason, the poor guy, couldnât âIf youâre not feeling uncomfortable anymore, pack up and come with me. Letâs go see Grandma.â
Alastorâs voice was heavy as he spoke, turning to leave.
Anastasia felt like she was falling apart.
Actually, her attending physician was at Hork General Hospital. If Alastor had truly cared, he couldâve taken the initiative to speak with the doctor about her condition, and he would find out about lier cancer.
But Alastor hadnât done that even once.
This only meant one thing: Alastor deep down believed she was good at pretending, and that she was just purting on an act.
He thought she was faking her illness, faking her fainting, and faking everything.
âWhen weâre at my grandmaâs, think about what to say and what not to say. Be smart about it. Alastor reminded and warned Anastasia again.
Anastasia took a deep breath, her gaze trembling as she looked at Alastor. âIâll tell Grandma Andrea that I want a divorceâ¦â
âIâve already told you that until I agree, whether we get the divorce certificate or not is up to me.â
Alastor seemed fixated on dragging out the divorce.
Anastasia bit her lip and didnât say anything.
Whatever.
She thought, âWell, weâll just drag it out until the day I die. Thatâs fine with me.â
âI can cooperate, but I have one condition.â Anastasia looked at Alastor.
âSpit it out.â Alastor was clearly getting impatient.
âDuring Winter Light Festival, you have to attend my art exhibition.â Anastasia was being stubborn, insisting that Alastor attend her âfuneral.â
I was her way of ending this marriage, their relationship, and her life.
This art exhibition was genuinely important to her.
It was her last art exhibition, and she had put a lot of effort into each piece.
Alastor scrunched his brows. Feliciaâs art exhibition was on the same day as Anastasiaâs.
Anastasia knew Felicia had done it deliberately, but she stubbornly waited to see if Alastor would choose to attend her exhibition instead.
âNot this. You can propose any other condition.â Alastorâs expression soured.
Anastasia had noticed it. Alastor must have already agreed to go to Feliciaâs exhibition.
Suddenly, her vision seemed to darken. Anastasia felt that Alastor was being excessively cruel to her.
âThereâs not much time left. Todayâs already Christmas Dayâ¦â Anastasia choked up.
She didnât have much time left.
It wasnât just about the art exhibition; it was also about the countdown to her life.
âYou have to come to my art exhibitionâ¦â Anastasia hoarsely threatened Alastor.
She didnât know what excuse to use to threaten him.
But she just wanted Alastor to attend.
âPleaseâ¦â Finally, Anastasia began to compromise as she pleaded with him.
Alastor was walking away, but he halted upon hearing that. Then, he looked back at Anastasia.
Was she begging him?
âIâll think about it.â Alastor still said he would just think about it.
âYou have to comeâ¦â Anastasiaâs gaze trembled as she looked at Alastor.
If he didnât come, he would definitely regret itâ¦.
She was sure of it.
âWeâll talk about it another time.â Alastor got into the car and signaled for Anastasia to get in too.
Anastasia stood outside the car, hesitating for a long while. âIâll take a cabâ¦â
She couldnât stand Alastorâs car.
Anything related to him and Felicia made her sick.
Turning around, she hailed a cab. Anastasia had barely gotten in when she received a message from Felicia.
She said, âAnastasia, yesterday Alastor and I were sleeping in your bed. Your bed.