The Bound Between Us

Chapter 486

The moment Anastasia laid eyes on Herman, lying pale and still in the hospital bed, a wave of emotion overwhelmed her. The once vibrant and tender man she knew was now a shadow of himself, stirring a deep sorrow within her. Guilt, regret, and heartache intertwined in her chest. She held Herman's hand, her gaze lingering on the bandage wrapped around his wounded chest. The stark white gauze barely concealed the traces of blood, and her tears broke free once more. "Herman," she choked out, her voice hoarse with emotion, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. You big dummy, why would you be so reckless? I'm not worth you getting hurt over..."

Ever since the day they wed, Herman had been her shield against the storms of life. He bore every hardship silently, on his own. She didn't blame him for wanting a divorce; she just ached for the fool who risked his life for her.

Anastasia laid her head on Herman's chest, her tears streaming down her nose, dripping onto his chest. "Herman, please wake up. I don't ask for anything more, just open your eyes and look at me, please. It's me, Anastasia."

Her voice was thick with tears, the first time she truly understood the meaning of heart-wrenching pain. She was willing to let go of all her bitterness, just for his safety.

cheek, her voice laden with love and grief, "To have been your wife is a chapter in my life I'll never regret. But if there's another life, I hope we don't meet again-I can't bear to see

onto his face. She ached for him to open his eyes and see her once more. Clutching his hand, she kept talking to him, though it was more like talking to herself in the silent room,

buzzed-it was a message from Monica, warning her to leave quickly as Flynn was on his way back to the room. Now divorced from Herman and with Granny Anita's passing still fresh, the Salstrom family harbored resentment towards Anastasia. They agreed to let her go on the condition that she and Herman never see each other

you once were, full of life and spirit." Hearing footsteps outside, Anastasia forced herself to leave. She slipped out of the room and hid around the corner, watching

out of the hospital and into Monica's car. Noticing the tear stains on Anastasia's face, Monica suggested, "Why don't you come over tonight? If

back in the car seat, she calmed herself and replied, "Just take me