The Bound Between Us

Chapter 481

Upon hearing that Herman had been fighting for his life in the hospital all night, Anastasia's tears fell like rain, her chest seizing with sudden pain as if an invisible hand had mercilessly, brutally plucked her heart out. Clutching her chest, the pain was so intense she couldn't breathe.

"Why wouldn't he listen to me? I told him to stay out of it. Why is he so foolish?" Anastasia lamented, sinking onto the edge of the bed, her expression one of agonizing pain.

Flynn watched her, his own heart in turmoil. "Anastasia, my brother said it was a debt he owed you. Maybe, just maybe, you two were doomed from the start." Through tear-stained eyes, Anastasia gazed at Flynn and choked out, "How is he now?"

"He's still unconscious. The doctors can't say when he'll wake up. Don't worry, before he took matters into his own hands, he made sure everything was arranged for you." Flynn glanced at the divorce papers on the table. "Sign these, otherwise if my dad changes his mind, my brother's sacrifice will be for nothing." Anastasia, stunned, asked, "You're saying he did this to himself?"

"Yes." Flynn took a deep breath. "He used the same kind of kitchen knife you used on Grandma, and in front of the whole family, he stabbed himself. He said that stab was to atone for your sins against Grandma. If it weren't for my dad stopping the second blow, the Salstroms would be planning another funeral by now."

His voice carried a hint of bitter sarcasm towards the end.

Anastasia's eyes widened, tears falling in large drops as her face turned pale from the pain. It took a long while before the sharp ache in her heart eased just a fraction.

I don't want the money or the house. I came into this marriage with nothing, and I'll leave with nothing." "Anastasia," Flynn inadvertently used her first name; he couldn't fathom why she

firm, insisted, "I want a new

lawyer

her name with deliberate strokes, her mind flooded with memories of her life with Herman. Those moments played

memories were gone, never

had looked forward to their child's birth, dreamed of the future, discussed

year,

ending as it had been in its

felt all strength drain from her,

divorce was too easy. They didn't even need to appear in person. From signing the papers to holding the divorce decree took less than half an hour -

against the cold wall, Anastasia stayed

the white ceiling, her life felt as blank and uncertain as the walls around her. Reflecting on the past, she couldn't fathom how it had come