Chapter 85
stor seemed to be hitting the bottle hard.
Lately, he had been drinking a lot.
Alcohol seemed to be the only way he would spill the thoughts he usually kept bottled up.
“Anastasia, you really know how to stir the pot.” stor’s voice oozed with sarcasm.
“It’s Christmas, so why don’t you just hang up if you’ve got nothing new to say? Happy Christmas.”
Anastasia’s voice came out raspy
“Anastasia! Do you think I’m having a st here? Since you came into my life, do you think I’ve had
even a single day of happiness? stor’s frustration seeped through the words.
Anastasia stayed silent, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
There hadn’t been a single day of joy.
It was because she wasn’t the one in his heart.
“Then why the hell didn’t you get a divorce earlier?” Anastasia fired back.
“Divorce? Ha.” stor’s tone dripped with mockery. “Anastasia, I want you back here tomorrow. Did
you get that? I want you to move back here!”
Sounds of things breaking echoed were made by stor in the background.
“No… Scratch that, I want you back right now stor sounded like he was letting loose under the
influence.
Anastasia was starting to feel distanced from stor, emotionally and mentally.
But one thing was clear to Anastasia: stor was home.
He hadn’t left.
Or maybe he came back after a round of drinks?
“Sleep it off if you’re acting crazy. Goodbye.” Anastasia didn’t want to engage stor.
“Anastasia, you get your ass back here right now If I don’t see you and Snowball within the next 30
minutes, there’ll be hell to pay! stor’s rage was palpable. He was demanding Anastasia return, and
he even wanted Snowball to go back with her.
It was probably Anastasia who took Snowball away that really set stor off.
Anastasia held Snowball dear. She wouldn’t have taken Snowball unless she was ready to leave
everything behind.
But she did take Snowball with her.
stor was being driven insane by Anastasia, it seemed.
“stor, what the hell are you trying to pull?” Anastasia’s voice quivered as she asked.
Couldn’t they part ways without all this mess?
“Get back here! Until we’re officially divorced on paper, you’re still my wife. Got it? Don’t push me to
ruin Jason’s reputation.” stor used Jason as leverage to threaten Anastasia once again.
Each time he pulled this card, it worked like a charm.
Anastasia wouldpromise for Jason.
So each time Anastasia caved, stor got angrier.
“stor, you’re repulsive.” Anastasia’s voice shook, and she hung up the call.
She knew stor was capable of anything.
Today, the news that exposed his affair with Felicia online had clearly set stor off.
But Anastasia was puzzled. Why didn’t stor immediately have his Public Rtions Department
squash the rumors? Instead, he allowed the gossip to spread like wildfire.
Ironically, the scandal of stor who cheated someone had temporarily overshadowed her negative
news.
She actually owed him a thank you.
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“Dig in on the ravioli.” Jason set down the piping hot ravioli, slightly burning his hand. He gave his ear a
tug to cool it. Anastasia’s vision was beginning to blur. She watched Jason buzzing around the kitchen
and felt an indescribable ache in her chest
The supposed home and the supposed festivity were all happening before her.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t worthy of it.
“Jason… I need to take Snowball back for a bit…” Anastasia spoke softly.
Jason hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat downcast. “Is something wrong?”
“All my paintings are there. I don’t feel good about that… The rain’s stopped, I’ve called a car, and the
driver is on his way. Snowball and I are heading back for now. I’ll contribute to the rent here. After I’ve
squared things with stor, I’ll move in here,” Anastasia said quietly.
“Is stor causing a ruckus again?” Jason reached out and held Anastasia’s hand, appearing
concerned.
“Not really…” Anastasia shook her head. “I’m notpletely divorced from stor yet.”
“Do you still n on forgiving him?” Jason’s concern was evident.
He also felt insecure.
After all, he was scared Anastasia might backtrack.
Anastasia shook her head. “Jason, you need to understand something. Even if Ipletely sever ties
with stor, I won’t be with you. I agreed to stay here because it’s peaceful, not because I want to build
some sort of rtionship with you.”
With Snowball in her arms. Anastasia nced at her phone and headed to the door.
Jason stood there dejected, his voice husky. “I get it…”
He didn’t want to push her. “At least… Have some ravioli. I put a lot of effort into making the filling.”
He simply wanted to make ravioli for Anastasia.
His grandmother said having ravioli on Christmas Eve would bring good luck for the whole year.
Anastasia’s steps faltered, and she turned back to the dining table, settling down to eat some ravioli.
On her first bite. Anastasia found the chestnut in the ravioli.
As she stared at the chestnut nestled in the ravioli, Anastasia’s vision blurred from tears.
If four years ago, she had encountered Jason during that blind date, how wonderful that could’ve been.
Unfortunately, there were no ‘ifs.”
Fate led her to stor, which was a mistake in itself.
“Jason, have you been in any rtionships these past years?” Anastasia asked softly.
“I’ve got a criminal record. Nobody wants me.” Jason looked away.
Anastasia’s heart ached. Felicia had pursued Jason for so long, but she abandoned the idea after
digging into his past.
Others likely did the same.
“Jason, what can I do for you?” Anastasia wasn’t sure what she could offer Jason, apart from money.
But before she left this world, she wanted to make up to Jason.
“Due to that incident, my chances of finding a wife are slim. Grandma’sst wish was to see me
married. Once you’ve sorted things out with stor, let’s get a marriage certificate. I know you don’t
feel anything for me, so let’s turn it into a marriage agreement. It can be like a kind ofpensation
from you to me.” Jason looked at Anastasia and spoke again.