The Bound Between Us

Chapter 357

Monica had spent a considerable amount of money on Trevor, and she had even considered marrying the guy. Although Trevor was younger than her, he had a knack for pleasing her and never argued, which made her feel at ease.

Now knowing it was all an act, Monica felt sickened.

Anastasia offered, “Shall I give you a ride home?”

She didn’t feel secure leaving Monica alone. Now she was a woman in the throes of heartbreak, emotionally drained and in need of company.

Monica sighed, giving Anastasia a pitiful look. She asked, “Ana, can we hit a bar tonight?”

Amused, Anastasia responded, “Sure, my treat.”

Turning to Dailey who had just exited the building, Anastasia said, “You can head home. I’m gonna take Monica out for some fresh air. Thanks for today!” Dailey was one of Herman’s men. She didn’t mention the bar outright, fearing Herman would worry. She wasn’t good with booze, after all.

“Okay, ma’am, just call me if you need anything,” Dailey replied.

Anastasia nodded. “Mmm.”

left, Monica commented, “He’s so dull. How did your husband ever decide to hire him?”

I was kidnapped by Harmon, it was Dailey who found me.” Anastasia offered her arm

so she needed a drink to lighten her mood. They found a quiet bar, ordered their drinks, and chatted in hushed tones. Once Monica started drinking, she became more talkative. She mostly complained about Trevor’s lack of conscience and his awful nature. Anastasia listened attentively, joining in on the venting

friends do; they join in on the ranting and act as emotional

tell you. The more handsome the man is, the more unreliable they are. Keep an eye on Herman. He’s surrounded by temptations,” Monica warned. “Men can’t always resist, so

doesn’t mean you can drag me

two are in a good place now. I won’t say any more.” Monica took a sip of her drink. “If Herman ever cheats, I’ll lose all faith in love.” Anastasia shook her head. “Monica, your expectations of love shouldn’t be

I wasted all my emotions. Only alcohol

clink with Monica’s. “Drink up. Everything else is bullshit. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.” “Why are you drinking soda? Have a shot.” Monica poured

“I can’t. I can’t drink at all. If we

for me. I just had a breakup. Won’t you have a

chuckled. “This isn’t your first heartbreak. Let

your sixth…”

dinner together doesn’t count

over. Anastasia conceded to one glass. The whiskey was strong. Within minutes, Anastasia felt a bit woozy, and a slight pain in her stomach, but it

Meanwhile.