In Chapter 982 of The Bond Between Us novel, the narrative takes a riveting turn, plunging readers deeper into the intricacies of Anastasia and Herman's evolving relationship. As the couple grapples with the shocking revelation of their shared past, the town of Riverdale becomes a backdrop for both confrontations and moments of quiet introspection.
Chapter 982 opens with Anastasia attempting to piece together the fragments of her forgotten memories, haunted by the striking resemblance of their daughter to a past she never knew she had. The quaint charm of Riverdale transforms into a landscape of uncertainty as Herman, determined to unearth the truth, confronts Anastasia with questions that demand answers.
Sandy’s face twisted with something dark and unreadable.
It wasn’t like she’d planned for any of this. But Ashley just wouldn’t stop—always yelling, always accusing her of lying, of stealing Sean’s bone marrow. Like Sandy had ever had a choice.
She was dying, for crying out loud. And even then, her mom only worried about her brother’s health. She didn’t want to donate the bone marrow; she’d rather let Sandy slip away quietly.
If that’s what her mom wanted, then fine—none of this was Sandy’s fault anymore.
The night before Ashley’s accident, Sandy had wandered into her room a little buzzed, the wine loosening her tongue. She finally let it all out—all those years of hurt and resentment she’d kept bottled up.
How many times had she hovered at the edge of death in some cold hospital room, while her parents, knowing her brother could save her, just watched her suffer? Most of the time, it was just her and the nurse. Her parents hardly ever visited.
All that bitterness had been simmering for years.
And the so-called suicide note? Ashley wrote that herself, just to scare Tavon into coming home. Ashley probably never expected Sandy would use it as a weapon against Anastasia and Salma.
A sudden knock on the car window snapped Sandy back to reality.
“Hey, you can’t park here. Move along,” said the traffic cop.
Startled, Sandy rolled down the window and flashed him a bright, easy smile. “Sorry, officer. I’ll go right now.”
Her smile was classic—warm, approachable, the kind that made people want to trust her.
The cop looked a little flustered. “Just take it slow, alright? Stay safe out there.”
“Will do,” Sandy said, pulling away. The house felt emptier than ever when she got back.
The housekeeper shuffled over, twisting her hands. “Miss Sandy, I… I need to talk to you. My dad fell down—he’s almost sixty. I need to go home to take care of him. So, I’d like to quit.”
Sandy glanced at her, and the housekeeper immediately looked away.
“Why so nervous?” Sandy’s smile was soft, almost innocent. “I’m not going to bite.”
The housekeeper’s hands shook. “No, Miss Sandy, it’s not that. It’s just, I need to go home. I don’t need this month’s pay, really.”
Sandy’s smile went cold. “What, you think the Mortons are so broke we can’t pay our help anymore?”
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