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

He's scared,

me and Herman

Sandy got, the more rage welled

the first time, doubt

satisfied. She'd

cold, like the chill had sunk

slipped away on her own, her

like a turtle

a moment, she had no idea how to face

was she supposed to trust him, after

him and Sandy at Floradale—no one could

take that away.

Inside the party—

been gone way too long. He

worried he'd start to wonder

off—her

him: Monica needed something, I left

Just enjoy yourself.

used Monica as

message, brow furrowed. He

something was off.

walked over.

Morton Group here—"

was

left in a hurry, it had

—

In the lounge—

ladies touched up their makeup and changed

dresses between bites of hors

was there, pressing an

her swollen face. Her

was calling

urging her to leave.

her bruised cheek,

nearly lost it.

hit her,

in her place.

strangely satisfied. "Totally worth it.

her. That's all