The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 131

Damaris fixed Lance with an icy glare. She didn’t bother holding back as she started laying into him.

Lance met her look for a split second, his eyes dark and hard. Then he turned to Nathalie, his tone cool. “Why are you taking her stuff?”

Nathalie stared right back at him, not backing down. “Because I want it. Isn’t that enough?” She watched as he shifted, putting Felice behind him, almost protectively. “Lance, we aren’t even divorced yet. That means everything you own is technically ours, both of ours. So whatever she took from you, she has to give it back to me unless I say otherwise.”

Lance’s expression changed. The sharp tension coming off him seemed to fade just a little, his voice growing gentler. “It’s just a pair of earrings. If you really want some, I can buy you something nicer, more expensive.”

Nathalie shook her head, never looking away. “I don’t care about other earrings. I want those. Give them to me.”

Felice clung to the small jewelry box, her grip white-knuckled. “No way. Nathalie, you can take anything else I have, but not these earrings. I won’t let you have them.”

Damaris let out a cold laugh. “Don’t pretend you actually want those earrings. You just want to piss Nathalie off. Whenever she wants something, you swoop in and take it. It’s been this way since we were kids. Don’t you think that’s kind of pathetic?”

Felice’s voice was quiet but steady. “I’ve never stolen anything from Nathalie. Maybe you could show a little respect when you talk to me?”

“Respect? I wish I could get rid of you for good,” Damaris shot back, eyes narrowed and burning with anger.

Felice edged a little further behind Lance without even thinking about it, almost as if she could hide from Damaris’s fury.

Lance sent Damaris a hard glance. “You didn’t learn anything from last time, did you?”

Damaris’s jaw tightened, her face twisting. “You’re disgusting.”

Nathalie stepped up in front of Damaris, almost as if she was protecting her, and glared at Lance. “Those earrings are something my grandmother always dreamed of having. It took me ages to find them. Lance, if you have any decency at all, you’ll give them to me.”

Lance frowned, caught off guard by that. He found himself stuck, hesitating.

Felice tugged at his sleeve, almost whispering. “Lance…”

Nathalie suddenly turned to Felice. “Didn’t you answer his phone earlier? Weren’t you going to tell him all this? Or did you just not bother?”

Lance took a step closer. “There are still unsold items. Tell me what you want.”

Was this him trying to make it up to her? He still wouldn’t give up those earrings?

Even after everything, even after she explained, he was still taking Felice’s side.

Nathalie was shaking, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white.

“You absolute jerk.”

She lifted her hand, aiming to slap him.

But her palm never landed on his cheek. Felice jumped between them, and Nathalie’s slap stung across Felice’s face instead.