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

to mention the past. He's scared, Anastasia. No

and Herman at Floradale—not

Sandy got, the more rage

and for the first time,

She'd gotten exactly

the chill had

slipped away on her own, her

like a turtle retreating

no idea how to

she supposed to

Sandy

take that away.

Inside the party—

Anastasia had been gone way too long. He called

was worried he'd start to

off—her pride couldn't

him: Monica needed something, I

Just enjoy yourself.

Monica as

read the message, brow furrowed. He was

something was off.

walked over. "Mr. Salstrom, I just

Morton Group here—"

she?" Herman's voice was cold, with a dangerous

in a hurry, it had to

—

In the lounge—

was the spot where the ladies touched up their makeup and changed

dresses between bites of hors

there, pressing an

to her swollen face.

Sean was calling

her to

saw her bruised cheek,

nearly lost it.

found out Anastasia had hit her, he was furious, vowing to put

in her place.

just grinned, strangely satisfied. "Totally

her. That's all