The Bound Between Us

Chapter 357

Monica had spent a considerable amount of money on Trevor, and she had even considered marrying the guy. Although Trevor was younger than her, he had a knack for pleasing her and never argued, which made her feel at ease.

Now knowing it was all an act, Monica felt sickened.

Anastasia offered, “Shall I give you a ride home?”

She didn’t feel secure leaving Monica alone. Now she was a woman in the throes of heartbreak, emotionally drained and in need of company.

Monica sighed, giving Anastasia a pitiful look. She asked, “Ana, can we hit a bar tonight?”

Amused, Anastasia responded, “Sure, my treat.”

Turning to Dailey who had just exited the building, Anastasia said, “You can head home. I’m gonna take Monica out for some fresh air. Thanks for today!” Dailey was one of Herman’s men. She didn’t mention the bar outright, fearing Herman would worry. She wasn’t good with booze, after all.

“Okay, ma’am, just call me if you need anything,” Dailey replied.

Anastasia nodded. “Mmm.”

Dailey left, Monica commented, “He’s so dull. How did your

capable. When I was kidnapped by Harmon, it was Dailey who found me.” Anastasia offered her arm to Monica. “Let’s go. My

mood. They found a quiet bar, ordered their drinks, and chatted in hushed tones. Once Monica started drinking, she became more talkative. She mostly complained about Trevor’s lack of conscience and his awful nature. Anastasia listened attentively, joining in on

do; they join in on the ranting and act as emotional dumpsters, absorbing

let me tell you. The more handsome the man is, the more unreliable they are. Keep an eye on Herman. He’s surrounded by

“You’ve lost faith in men, but it doesn’t mean

place now. I won’t say any more.” Monica took a sip of her drink. “If Herman ever cheats, I’ll lose all faith in love.” Anastasia shook her head. “Monica, your expectations of love shouldn’t

retorted, “Love is bullshit. I wasted all my

is bullshit. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.” “Why are you drinking soda? Have a shot.” Monica poured a

drink at all. If we both end up drunk, it’ll be

me. I just had a breakup. Won’t you have a

isn’t your first heartbreak. Let me

your sixth…”

count as being in a relationship. If so, my men would be

one glass. The whiskey was strong. Within minutes, Anastasia felt a bit woozy, and a slight pain

Meanwhile.