The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 130

Nathalie gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles turned pale.

“Eighteen million!”

As the call clicked off, the auctioneer’s voice rang out again.

Nathalie’s eyes shimmered red with frustration. She lifted her paddle one more time, even though she already knew how this would end.

Felice wanted those earrings. For Lance, twenty million was pocket change, and he would always give Felice whatever she asked for.

But what about her?

Nathalie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling defeated.

When the bid hit twenty million, her hand slipped and the paddle tumbled from her palm.

She’d lost. She couldn’t get the earrings for her grandmother.

Her grandma thought about her grandpa all the time, always staring at the old photo, lost in memories of a better time, and those earrings. And now, Nathalie couldn’t even give her that small comfort. She felt useless.

Damaris slid an arm around her, her voice soft but fierce. “Don’t feel bad, Nathalie. Come on, let’s not give up. We can take those earrings back. How does Lance have the right to use your joint money to buy gifts for someone else? That woman is shameless, and you don’t owe her any fairness.”

Nathalie blinked, a flicker of determination lighting up her eyes. “You’re right.”

She stood up fast, heading straight for the backstage area.

Damaris hurried after her, whispering words of encouragement all the way.

Backstage, a staff member had just handed Felice the earrings. Lance stood a little off to the side, phone pressed to his ear.

Felice came over, cradling the jewelry box with a bright smile. “Lance, thank you for making this dream come true for me.”

Lance gave her a cool look. “Now we’re even.”

Nathalie shook the sting out of her hand and shot Lance a cold smirk. “Feel good? Do you like playing these games?”

Lance worked his jaw, eyes narrowed and dark as he stared at her. “Did you really have to come here and ruin everything?”

Nathalie lifted her chin and didn’t look away. “You two team up against me, and I’m just supposed to take it?”

She glanced at the box in Felice’s arms and lunged for it.

Felice clung to it for dear life.

“Nathalie, slap me, yell, do whatever you want, but you can’t have these earrings. They mean too much to me.” She hugged the box even tighter, those red fingerprints blooming across her cheek.

Lance shoved Nathalie back, glaring. “What are you even trying to do?”

“Oh, look at you, Lance. So brave, huh? Are you really about to put hands on your own wife to protect another woman? Did you forget who your wife even is? The name on your marriage certificate says Nathalie, not Felice. If you’re so obsessed with her, why keep stringing me along? Why hold on to this marriage, huh? Trying to have it both ways… isn’t that just like you?”