The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 159

There was a convenience store nearby, so Damaris popped in to grab a few things.

Upstairs, Nathalie called her mom.

“Hello, Nathalie.” Madonna’s voice came through warm and gentle.

Nathalie’s own voice sounded rough and tired. “Mom, our plan didn’t work. Lance saw right through me. He said, even if he actually got together with another woman, he still wouldn’t agree to a divorce.”

Madonna paused in disbelief. “He really said that?”

Nathalie let out a bitter, self-deprecating little laugh. “Yeah. He really did.”

“That stubborn boy…” Madonna fell silent. After a while, she sighed. “Nathalie, I’m just not sure what else to do. Don’t you want to give it some more thought? You and Lance have been together for eight years… Isn’t it a shame to just walk away?”

Nathalie tightened her grip on the phone, her voice steady. “I have to know when to cut my losses. Staying just because we’ve already spent eight years together… that’s not a good reason.”

Madonna sighed again, sounding helpless. “But you know how Lance is. If he doesn’t want a divorce, then it’s not going to happen.”

Nathalie didn’t hesitate. “If you don’t have any more ideas, I’ll figure this out myself. I honestly don’t care who he’s with—Felice, Maggie, whoever. I just want this divorce and I don’t care about anything else.”

“Nathalie, you can’t think like that!” Madonna suddenly grew anxious. “Lance and Felice absolutely cannot get mixed up together. She’s his sister-in-law! If anyone finds out, the whole Adams family will be a joke. Just wait, okay? Give me some time to think. Please?”

Madonna’s worry softened something inside Nathalie. Her voice lost a little of its edge. “Okay, Mom. We’ll figure it out together.”

“Alright. But you need to calm down first. Don’t do anything impulsive, okay?” Madonna tried to soothe her, wanting to keep Nathalie steady.

“Okay. I’m fine.”

Once the call ended, Nathalie already felt lighter. At least the pressure wasn’t all on her anymore.

Lance took another long drag, smoke drifting in the heavily silent air. The chill coming off him seemed to fill the whole office.

He slid open a drawer and took out a folder. From inside, he pulled an old photograph.

Through the haze of smoke, the photo showed chaos in the aftermath of a disaster. A journalist had snapped it during the quake, capturing a young, dirt-streaked girl carrying an unconscious boy on her back. The girl was Nathalie.

But the boy… wasn’t Lance.

After he’d learned Felice was the one who saved him, Lance had his people investigate who Nathalie rescued that day. All these years, she’d believed—wrongly—that she was the one who pulled him out.

The truth had come back quickly.

And it was a truth he struggled to accept.