The Bound Between Us

Chapter 885

Sandy was completely unhinged—she actually leaned over and offered Anastasia

her other cheek, practically inviting another slap.

That smug grin on Sandy's face, the wild glint in her eyes—it made Anastasia

think, This woman is out of her mind.

Way more unhinged than Julie ever was.

"You're insane," Anastasia snapped, then landed a sharp slap on Sandy's other

cheek.

Now both sides of Sandy's face were red and swelling.

But Sandy just let out a reckless laugh. "Anastasia, want to hear all the juicy

details about me and your husband? I was there when they pulled him out of that

tunnel. When he woke up, he didn't remember a thing. I told him I was his

girlfriend—he believed me. He followed me back to Willowbrook, we stayed at

Villa Floradale, and every night we were tangled up together. Did he tell you

nothing happened between us?"

Sandy rambled on, feeding off the cracks forming in Anastasia's expression.

She'd always hated how Anastasia trusted Herman like he could do no wrong.

Sandy didn't believe anyone should have that kind of trust in another person.

She was sick of hearing people talk about how perfect Anastasia and Herman

were together—she wanted to blow up the illusion for everyone to see.

There's no such thing as forever love. There's only forever self-interest.

"He came to Willowbrook to find me, you know? Want to hear what he said?"

Sandy's eyes sparkled as she watched Anastasia. "He begged me to stay away

past. He's scared, Anastasia.

and Herman at Floradale—not even

got, the more rage welled up

for the first time,

She'd gotten

the chill had sunk right into her bones. She

to the ballroom. Instead, she slipped away on her own,

turtle retreating

had no idea how to face

she supposed to trust him,

Sandy at Floradale—no one

take that away.

Inside the party—

been gone way too long. He called her. She

worried he'd start to wonder what was going

ran off—her

Monica needed something, I

Just enjoy yourself.

Monica as

furrowed. He was sharp—he

something was off.

his assistant Nelson walked over. "Mr. Salstrom, I

Morton Group here—"

Herman's voice was cold, with a dangerous

left in a hurry, it had to be

—

In the lounge—

ladies touched

dresses between bites of hors d'oeuvres and

there, pressing

swollen face. Her

was calling

her to

her bruised cheek,

nearly lost it.

he found out Anastasia had hit her, he was

in her place.

satisfied. "Totally

her. That's all