The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 812

When Herman couldn’t remember his past, he clung to his own sense of boundaries. He kept Anastasia at arm’s length, even though deep down, he wanted nothing more than to close the distance.

Anastasia dropped her gaze, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “You know, I just remembered… When I first moved to Harmony Meadows, you were so worried I’d feel awkward that you set up a guest room for me. When we first got married, we were basically polite strangers. And now, it feels like we’re back at square one—everything’s so familiar, but at the same time… it all feels so foreign.”

Back then, Herman would come home and the first thing he did was wrap her in a hug. At night, he couldn’t fall asleep unless he was holding her. Now, all that closeness felt distant and strange.

Herman wanted to say something, but the words stuck. After a long pause, all he managed was, “I’m sorry. I forgot you.”

That stung even more. Anastasia forced a smile, her voice soft. “It’s alright. Go take your shower before the water gets cold.”

Herman saw the sadness in her eyes, his own gaze dimming. He clutched his pajamas, turned away, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Once he was gone, Anastasia tipped her head back, blinking away tears. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

After she calmed down, she grabbed a fresh blanket and made up a bed on the couch. The kids were in good hands with Salma and the nanny—she just didn’t have the energy to be mom tonight. As soon as she finished, she crawled under the covers and fell asleep almost instantly.

She was bone-tired, her body aching—the kind of ache that warned a fever was coming.

She’d taken some cold medicine, so her sleep was heavy and dreamless. She had no idea when Herman came out of the bathroom.

When Herman finished his shower, he saw her asleep, peaceful and still. Not wanting to wake her, he moved quietly, crouched beside her, and just watched her sleep.

Watching her made him feel strangely calm.

He remembered watching Sandy like this before, but he’d felt nothing. That’s when he realized he and Sandy never had anything real between them.

Thanks to Nicholas’s slip-ups, he knew he wasn’t George, no matter what anyone said. He saw no point in confronting a crowd of liars—he’d only get more lies in return.

Even in her sleep, Anastasia was restless. She kept murmuring his name, reaching out for him in her dreams.

Herman sat cross-legged on the carpet, gently holding her hand, their fingers laced together. Only then did Anastasia finally settle, her sleep deepening.