Anastasia does not entertain useless emotions.
Her mind is structured for logic, control, and dominance. Emotions are distractions, and distractions are weaknesses.
She does not wonder about Vincent's feelings. She does not analyze why she had such a thought in the first place.
All that matters is the truth.
And the truth is simple.
Vincent belongs to her.
Not in a sentimental way. Not in the foolish, childish way people speak of love.
No.
Vincent is hers.
If he ever forgets that, she will remind him.
If he ever betrays that, she will kill him.
No hesitation. No questions.
There is nothing to forgive.
Nothing to discuss.
Only punishment.
And so, Anastasia does nothing.
She does not test him.
She does not attempt to stop other women from approaching him.
She does not care about rumors, nor does she waste her time investigating his whereabouts.
Because none of it matters.
In the end, if Vincent strays—even for a second—he will die.
And that is enough.
Because he is hers.
And the things that belong to her never go to someone else.