The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 119

Nathalie shot him a calm look, her eyes clear and steady. “Did I ever ask you to wait?”

Lance stepped right up to her. “I want to talk about what happened during the earthquake.”

Immediately, Nathalie’s expression turned cold. She fixed her gaze on him, suspicion flaring. “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t believe me?”

Lance slid his attention to the property manager. “You can leave.”

The manager couldn’t nod fast enough. “Yes, yes, of course…”

Once they were alone, Lance locked eyes with her. “Can we speak inside?”

Nathalie pressed her lips together, feeling betrayed as she opened the door. There was a heaviness in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Part of her couldn’t ignore it anymore—Felice really did mean the world to him. Whatever Felice said, he always believed.

Of course. She pushed open the door, her face cold as she walked in and settled stiffly on the sofa. Her glare was sharp and icy.

Lance sat across from her, pulling out his phone and hitting play on a video.

She watched silently as Aaron interviewed a witness from the day of the earthquake. The screen showed Aaron handing over two photos. The witness squinted at each one, face tense with memory. After a long, uncertain pause, he pointed at the picture of Felice.

“It was pure chaos,” the man’s voice trembled. “Still, I remember a girl running back, dragging a boy out from under some rubble. I was terrified, but I’ll never forget it.”

Nathalie nearly crushed the phone in her hand, her face pale as she shook her head. “No way.”

Her gaze snapped to Lance. “Felice coached this guy, didn’t she? She’d do anything to get what she wants, including paying someone to lie.”

Lance held her stare, his tone steady. “I looked into it. This man has no connection to Felice. There’s no money trail, nothing sketchy between them.”

“If you want to believe I lied, fine—I lied. Good for you. Let’s get a divorce and never see each other again!”

But Lance didn’t budge. Instead, he caught her by the wrist, pulled her right into his arms, and locked his hand around her waist to stop her from moving.

“You say you lied, but you know me, Nathalie. We’ve been together for eight years. I don’t just let things go,” he said, his voice so low and controlled, his expression unreadable.

Nathalie’s eyes widened, struggling to understand. “What are you trying to say?”

Lance leaned in, his gaze getting darker. “You lied to me for eight years. Don’t you think I deserve something back? You want to leave, so that means I won’t let you. If you’re talking revenge, this is mine.”

“You’re the worst!” Nathalie shouted, her anger finally overflowing, and she slapped at his face.

But Lance seemed ready. He caught her wrist in a split second and gently twisted her arm behind her back, holding her even tighter.