Chapter 63


    “If you dare kick me out, I’ll send the video to everybody, including stor’spany chat group!”


    Sienna threatened, crying out loud.


    Anastasia suddenly remembered something. “You’re the one who posted my nude photo, aren’t you?”


    Sienna was stunned for a moment before averting her gaze in panic.


    “What’s your rtionship with Xavier?” added Armastasia. She had yet the time to deal with Xavier.


    She was not in any hurry, though. Time was on her side.


    None of them would be spared.


    “What kind of rtionship? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sienna was still ying dumb.


    “Oh, really? I saw a colored pencil nude painting in Xavier’s studio that seems to resemble you,” said


    Anastasia casually,


    Astounded, Sienna rose to her feet. “That jerk’ He really painted-


    “Dropping the act already?” A smile spread across Anastasia’s face. “Sienna, scumbags would always


    keep their ugly side well


    hidden.”


    Xavier was Anastasia’s senior, and he was rather talented in imitating a painting. Sadly, talent eluded


    him.


    Back when they were still at school, Xavier had always envied Anastasia’s talent.


    He often said that no matter how much effort a person like hun was to put in, he could never be ás


    talented as others, not even remotely close.


    Because of that, he truly admired Anastasia’s mentor, Charles, and had made multiple attempts just to


    be that man’s


    mentre.


    Unfortunately, Charles was a stubborn individual, one who never gave a damn about anyone. The only


    thing he would take into consideration was the artwork.


    In Xavier’s endeavor to get close to Charles, he befriended Anastasia.


    Anastasia, for one, was vignt to all men. At first, she had also observed Xavier for quite something,


    but eventually, she let her guard down.


    Anyone who could lower Anastasia’s guard must either be an embodiment of a demon or a master of


    disguise.


    Xavier was too good at putting on an act


    Never would Anastasia have thought that she would find a pretentious scumbag like him lurking by her


    side if it had not been for the colored pencil painting.


    “Xavier’s even clear about where my birthmark and mole are on my body. The paintings are really


    realistic, I must say. Only professionals could tell that these photos are colored pencil paintings,”


    uttered Anastasia cidly.


    stor interrogated Anastasia about why Xavier knew better about her body structure than he did.


    Worse still, thetter had knowledge of her birthmark and the mole near the private part of her body.


    It turned out that Xavier and Sienna had long hooked up with each other.


    That was how the case was solved.


    Since she lived with Sienna, the two of them frequentlypeted to use the bathroom.


    For that, it was not surprising that Sienna had seen her body.


    Moreover, Anastasia knew that Sienna liked taking pictures of her secretly.


    “I always know you fancy stor. You want everything that belongs to me… You want to take stor


    away from me, but I didn’t expect that you and Xavier had been colluding with each other for so long


    just to frame me…” Anastasiaughed and looked up feebly to prevent her voice from trembling.


    One was her stepsister, Sienna, and the other was her good friend, not to mention her partner in the art


    exhibition.


    Anastasia thought that she and Xavier were like-minded people, but she did not foresee that Xavier


    simply wished to destroy


    her.


    “Why must he do this? To what extent could the evil intention of human nature escte?” she


    wondered.


    “Anastasia, your blissful time will also be up soon enough. stor’ll definitely divorce you! Just wait for


    your divorce agreement. Sienna gritted her teeth.


    Not a sound came from Anastasia as she opened the door and left.


    Right at that very moment when Anastasta opened the door, she only felt the cold wind outside piercing


    her soul.


    Not a single moment passed by that she could relinquish her regret.


    Back when her mother was suffering fromte-stage cancer, her mother had tried to strangle her to


    take her along. Thinking back, shemented her instinct at that time when she had struggled and


    resisted her mother


    “Wouldn’t it be good if I had breathed myst alongside Mom? I should’ve just died at that time, was


    her thought.


    Her tears streamed down her cheeks, searing her skin.


    Anastasta walked step by step in the cold wind, which only served to make her feel bitter.


    Christmas was around the corner. The streets and themunities of the residential area were all


    decked out with mboyant decorations. Jubtion filled every household.


    At the residential area, Anastasia stood downstairs and gazed at the peals ofughtering from her


    neighbor on the first


    floor.


    She began to wonder what exactly should a home look like.


    That juncture was when she suddenly questioned the point of her own persistence and obsession.


    Anastasia slowly opened both of her hands and hung her head low to look at her cracked palms. Tears


    gushed out of her eyes while grievances inundated her.


    “Am I not worthy enough?” she asked herself


    To be honest, she only desired a ce to call home, a simple home full of joy and warmth.


    Yet, things often did not go as she wished.


    No one knew how hard she had worked during the past four years after marrying stor.


    She had tried whatever she could to keep her family together and at the same time foster a warm and


    sweet vibe at home.


    Not only she was gentle, sensible, and docile, but she had perfected everything a normal housewife


    could have added to a family


    Never in a million years did she anticipate being reciprocated by such an oue.


    It was then she felt a bone-chilling sensation, to say the least.


    Anastasia felt that she was about to freeze to death. Raising her chin, she was greeted by the snow.


    “It’s snowing. Anastasia! It’s snowing!”


    In a trance, Anastasia seemed to have heard Jace’s voice.


    During one of those days in the winter, they snuggled up in a cold rental house without a heater. They


    held on to the roasted sweet potatoes in their hands, enjoying the snowy scene outside the window.


    “Ill grow up and protect you, Anastasia. We’re going to live in a big house with heaters and massive


    floor-to-ceiling windows. Say, Anastasia, should we install a wall-mounted stove at home by then?”


    It rarely snowed around Hork, but the ce had always been bitterly freezing.


    Anastasia sketched a picture of Jace eating roasted sweet potatoes. The duo hid under the nket and


    giggled for a very long time? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    Neither of them loved the crowd. Yet, Jace’s existence had given Anastasia all the warmth she could


    hardly experience in her


    entire life


    Perhaps at that fleeting moment, Anastasia had had herself a home sweet home.