Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Anastasia came home exhausted. She was annoyed by Naomi’s nagging On the way home. Naomi kept talking about all kinds of bad habits that were not conducive to the baby.

Naomi said Anastasia couldn’t stay up late, draw, touch paint, inhale car exhaust fumes, or eat this or that.

After she finally managed to get rid of Naomi, Anastasia entered the password to enter her home, but the password was Wrong Standing in front of the door, Anastasia was distressed.

The door could be unlocked with a fingerprint or password. Anastasia tried both methods several times, but it didn’t work. There was only one possibility; Alastor had changed the password and deleted her fingerprint.

The administrator of the smart lock was Alastor. Without his consent, it was impossible to change the password at all.

Anastasia thought, “What is he trying to do? Did he just kick me out of the house?”

Smiling self–deprecatingly, Anastasia lowered her head, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

The feeling of having her pride trampled on by others made her feel sick.

Anastasia took a deep breath and turned to leave.

But Anastasia stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the elevator.

She thought, “Why should I leave? This is my home.”

Anastasia called the locksmith to replace the smart lock.

After entering the living room. Anastasia found that her house was cleaned up and everything in the bedroom had been replaced with new ones. What originally belonged to her had disappeared.

Her suitcase in Felicia’s car had been thrown into the living room, as if it was mocking Anastasia for being like a homeless. stray dog.

Anastasia felt suffocated. She opened the closet and took a look at it, finding that her clothes had all been thrown away.

“Ha… Anastasia really didn’t expect that Alastor could go this far..

Anastasia’s vision turned black, and she almost lost her balance while squatting down with shortness of breath.

Meowing, Snowball came running over and rubbed against Anastasia in her arms.

The pet could always sense the change in his master’s mood. Snowball fixed his big eyes on Anastasia and meowed softly in a therapeutic way.

Anastasia held Snowball in her arms and said with a hoarse voice, “Snowball, Alastor doesn’t want you anymore.”

Snowball seemed to feel sad as well as he was whimpering.

After sitting on the ground for a long time to recompose herself, Anastasia got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Anastasia then sat on the balcony tiredly and petted Snowball. She was lost in thought for a long time.

She thought, “Where should I go?”

She had thought that Alastor was the person she would rely on for the rest of her life and that he was her family and the harbor where she could rest when she got tired. However, he turned out to be just a temporary stop.

At about nine o’clock in the evening, Alastor came back.

Anastasia guessed it right. He came to confront her..

Sure enough, the first thing he said upon entering the house was “Did you hit Felicia?*

Anastasia entered the living room with Snowball in her arms and sat on the couch. “Can’t ”

Alastor frowned and said in a low voice, “She’s mine.”

Anastasia similed. “Then to whom do I belong?”

Alastor was sitting across from Anastasia with a gloomy face. “Do you want a divorce?”

Anastasia thought it was ridiculous that they could sit there so calmly to discuss who wanted a divorce.

She thought, “But isn’t the divorce proposed by Alastor?”

“Don’t you want to tell me about your relationship with Felicia?” Anastasia looked at Alastor and tightened her hold on Snowball.

After muzzling Anastasia, Snowball jumped out of her arms and crawled into Alastor’s arms.

It seemed that he was flattering his owners, trying to keep them from quarreling.

Alastor looked down at Snowball, petted him, and said in a low voice, “I did have a relationship with her in the past. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Anastasia smiled and looked up, trying to hold back her tears. She thought, “He finally admitted that he had a relationship.

with Felicia.”

“Alastor, you still love her, right?” Anastasia didn’t know how she managed to ask this question.

She worked hard for four years during their four years of marriage but it didn’t pay off. Alastor still didn’t love her.

“Sorry.”

Alastor was silent for a long time before he voiced his apology, which was an affirmative answer to her question.

Anastasia took a deep breath. “Do you want me to ask for a divorce so that your first crush can take my spot? It’s Impossible. I won’t divorce.”