The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 114

A cold sharpness slipped into Lance's eyes. He sounded distant when he asked, “What did you say to her last time?”

“I…” Madonna hesitated, her words catching in her throat.

No way she could actually tell Lance the whole truth.

Her gaze flickered as she searched for a quick excuse. “I just told her you'd keep your distance from Felice. She still cares about you, so she agreed to trust me this once, but now… I don’t know.”

She let out a defeated sigh, making it clear she was out of solutions.

Lance only said, “Then keep telling her the same thing. There’s absolutely no way I’m getting a divorce.”

Madonna’s face tightened. “You want me to keep talking to her? Do you realize she barely even respects me anymore?”

Lance gave a light, almost careless laugh. “Mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have clashed since forever. You should probably get used to it.”

“You little brat…” Madonna snapped, her anger bubbling over. “What kind of son backs his mom into a fight with his wife?”

Lance stared out the window, expression blank, voice even colder than before. “Anyway, I’m not getting a divorce.”

He hung up, leaving nothing else to say.

Madonna looked at her phone, stunned and furious.

Carl came over, catching her expression. “Lance, again?”

Madonna pressed her fingers to her temples. “Let’s just leave. I can’t stand being at home right now; that boy will drive me to an early grave.”

Carl settled onto the sofa. “But didn’t you introduce him to someone new? How’s that going?”

“It isn’t,” Madonna groaned. “It’s not like I can just be obvious about it. If Lance finds out, he’ll make it hell for me. He came into this world just to rebel against me, I swear.”

Carl shook his head. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We need to let him know exactly where we stand. There’s no way we’ll let him get together with Felice. He needs to hear that, loud and clear.”

***

During her break, Nathalie took a long sip of water and read over her script. Addis’s voice played in her headphones, giving her notes about which lines needed more emotion and where she could tweak her delivery. She listened, adjusting her read, arguing and laughing with him.

Suddenly, Addis interrupted. “Someone’s here for you.”

“Who?” Nathalie blinked, distracted out of rehearsal.

“Someone you know,” Addis replied, not giving anything away.

Nathalie just rolled her eyes, set her water and script on the table, and walked out of the booth.

The moment she saw who was waiting—Lance—her expression turned ice-cold.