The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 585

Everyone dreams of happily ever after when they walk down the aisle.

Herman held Anastasia’s hand as they made their way to the altar where their future awaited.

The officiant, with a warm smile, asked, “Mr. Salstrom, do you take the lovely Miss Anastasia here to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do you part?”

“I do,” Herman replied, his voice full of emotion. Holding the microphone tightly, he added, “Anastasia, I love you. From the moment I saw you, I knew it was fate. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The guests were moved by Herman’s heartfelt declaration. Monica, beaming with joy, whispered, “This makes me want to get married right now.”

Jason, sitting beside her, glanced at Monica, his eyes darkening with something unspoken.

As the couple exchanged rings and sealed their vows with a kiss, Monica clapped enthusiastically.

But not everyone was happy.

Julie, in the guest seats, watched them with a grip on her wine glass that showed her inner turmoil. Her eyes were cold enough to pierce through Anastasia.

Cynthia, equally envious, muttered to Salma, “Ana’s so lucky. Not like poor Gianna, hiding away at home. Life’s so unfair.”

Salma forced a strained smile, choosing silence over adding to the bitterness.

Tavon, however, couldn’t hold back, “Ana’s luck is something others can only dream of. She’s marrying into a wealthy family and has a wonderful mother-in-law. This whole wedding was organized by her. And that emerald necklace on Ana? It's a family heirloom, worth a fortune.”

With each word, Cynthia’s envy grew, “No need to rub it in, Tavon. My sister worked hard raising her daughter, and now you’re enjoying the benefits without spending a dime,” she said, trying to unsettle Salma with her words.

Tavon, unfazed, replied with a grin, “That’s just good luck. Who wouldn’t want a capable daughter like ours? Stop being sour, Auntie Ana. Your daughter’s chances of marrying into high society are slim to none.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cynthia’s face darkened. “Salma, listen to him! Why keep such a callous man? I’ll find you someone better.”