Chapter 87
The way stor looked at Anastasia was getting even moreplicated.
Before, he thought Anastasia was just a bit materialistic, and as long as he provided her with enough
materialfort, she’d
be content.
But now, the more he got to know her, the more he found Anastasia to be frightening.
stor had initially nned to handle this media crisis for Anastasia and have someone look into
Sienna, but he discovered that Sienna had vanished.
There were signs of struggle and forced entry at the rental house where Sienna lived.
It was clear that someone had kidnapped Sienna.
Anastasia was equally shocked, staring at stor. “Sienna is missing?”
Sienna still had what Anastasia needed in her possession.
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“Heh, Anastasia, it’s a shame you’re not in showbiz, as you’re really missing out on some good acting
opportunities,” stor’s eyes bore into Anastasia, heavy with anger.
“stor, Sienna’s disappearance has nothing to do with me!” Anastasia stared at stor in
desperation. Was he ming everything on her now?
She thought, “It’s just a divorce. Have I be utterly heinous and unforgivable?”
“Sienna deleted and erased all the negative posts about you from her social media before she
disappeared. You’re saying her vanishing isn’t rted to you? Anastasia, I think you’ve lost it! If this
blows up, no one will be able to save you.” stor thought Anastasia had gone mad. If the police got
involved, what she had done could be considered a crime.
Anastasia’s breath grew rapid as she looked at stor, with her body bing stiff. “Do you think I’m
capable of kidnapping?”
“What can’t you do?” stor was unsure why, but whenever he wanted to have a reasonable
conversation with Anastasia and try to convince her to right her ways, he couldn’t seem to control his
temper around her.
Anastasia took a step back, pressing herself against the wall.
She was too worn out to exin anymore.
No matter how much she exined, stor wouldn’t believe her.
“I’m back. You can leave now…” Anastasia pointed toward the door, urging stor to go.
“We’re not divorced yet!” stor reminded Anastasia once again. They had only signed the agreement.
Anastasia’s head throbbed, making her unsteady on her feet.
Seeing Anastasia about to copse, stor instinctively pulled her into his arms. “Stop with these little
tricks.”
Anastasia felt her chest tighten, but she couldn’t release it.
“I won’t leave tonight. Tomorrow morning, we’ll visit Grandma to wish her a Happy Christmas.” stor’s
voice was firm. It was amand, not a request.
He ordered Anastasia to go with him to see Andrea tomorrow.
“Think carefully before you answer Grandma’s questions tomorrow,” stor warned Anastasia.
Anastasia took a deep breath, barely managing to support herself as she sat at the dining table. She
couldn’t get angry; she would meet her end….
Turning away from stor, Anastasia felt her fingers ached as if they’d been crushed by a car wheel.
It hurt so much.
Every inch of her bones ached.
Yet, she couldn’t take any painkillers.
Suppressing her tears, Anastasia opened the container of ravioli that Jason had brought her, her hands
trembling as she picked one up. She bit into it, and a smile broke through, for there was a chestnut
inside.
As she ate, Anastasia’sughter turned into sobs.
Desperately stuffing ravioli into her mouth, she found that each contained a chestnut.
Jasan badly wanted to see her happy. He had secretly slipped chestnuts into each of the ravioli.
[Annie, Happy Christmas. You must be doubly happy this year.”
Anastasia stared at Jason’s message on WhatsApp, trembling as she cried.
stor didn’t leave. After showering, he emerged to find Anastasia trying to wolf down ravioli.
When she couldn’t eat anymore, she hugged a trash can and retched, only to resume eating afterward.
Frowning. stor thought Anastasia was losing her mind.
“So, you love him that much?” Did she really love him that much?
He thought, “Does she love him enough to not want to waste anything he gave her?
Anastasia paid no attention to stor and, as he reached for a ravioli, she stared coldly at him. “These
were made by Jason for me. You’re not worthy.”
stor’s fingers slowly clenched, and veins protruded on the back of his hand.
“Very well. This is just perfect,” he thought,
Anastasia’s behavior guarding the ravioli was reminiscent of a fiercely territorial wolf.
“After all these years, what part haven’t I satisfied you in?” stor was angry. Holding Anastasia’s
wrist, he dragged her into the bathroom.
“What can a penniless beggar like him offer you? Can he give you the security you want or the wealth
and luxury you desire? Can he fulfill your vanity?” stor raged.
He could tolerate Anastasia’s vanity and materialism, but he couldn’t ept that she would abandon
the carefully calcted wealth he had provided her and choose a poor nobody.
The male ego was indeed a terrible thing.
Anastasia was bent over the toilet, vomiting heavily, yet she was smiling.
“You’re asking me what part you haven’t satisfied me in?” Anastasia stood up, still holding onto the
toilet, her tone dripping with irony. “In the four years of our marriage, I can count on one hand the times
you’ve touched me. You couldn’t satisfy me, so of course I went looking for someone else!”
“You put yourself in the role of my husband, yet you can’t forget your first love. You’re torn between me
and her. Are you any better than me?” Anastasia continued to provoke stor, and herself, too.
stor fell silent, his brows visibly furrowed.
“I didn’t satisfy you?” stor turned on the shower, trapping Anastasia between his body and the wall.
Anastasia was drenched, and her whole body was wet. Still, she stubbornly stared at stor.
“Okay then, I’ll satisfy you tonight…” stor threw off his towel and, pressing Anastasia’s head, kissed
her fiercely.