The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 181

Nathalie sat in the interrogation room, her fingers curled tight on the edge of a cold metal chair. Two officers sat across the table, asking the usual questions. She kept her head down, silent, her gaze fixed on the floor.

After a while, the officers exchanged a look and gave up on getting answers. There was nothing else to do but wait. They still needed time to check the security footage. Felice was still in the hospital, unconscious.

Everyone but Nathalie left the room. The door shut behind them, leaving her alone in the silence. She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaustion settling deep in her bones. It all felt so pointless. Another stupid game, another round of accusations and empty words.

Still, maybe this was more than just another ordeal. Maybe it was her chance. Maybe this was how she could finally end her marriage to Lance.

A tired, scornful smirk pulled at her lips. After a while, she lifted her head and said to the nearest officer outside the glass, “I want to see Lance.”

The minutes dragged on, slow and heavy. She lost all sense of time, barely noticing when someone finally opened the door.

It wasn’t Lance. Camilla walked in instead, her eyes red and puffy, lips pressed into a tight, angry line. She glared at Nathalie like she wanted to set her on fire.

Nathalie looked up, her lashes fluttering. She tilted her head. “Why so angry? Did Felice die or something?”

“Nathalie, you’re unbelievable!” Camilla snapped. She surged forward, hand raised like she might actually hit her.

A voice crackled from the intercom. “Do not touch her.”

Camilla froze, hand hanging in the air.

Nathalie looked at her, bored and cold. “You think this is too much? I can do worse.”

Camilla’s face crumpled and the tears came faster. “Why are you like this? She’s never hurt you, she always gives in to you, but you have to make her life miserable.”

Her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I made that deal with The Charles Group for our family. Why is it fine when Felice helps out, but not me? What do you want from me? Is Felice even your real daughter, or what?”

She didn’t understand. She never had.

She had done this for the Blair family, but her parents only ever gave the credit to Felice. Why? What was the point of any of it?

Now, looking back, her whole effort with The Charles Group felt like some twisted joke. She’d done it for her family, but they didn’t care. Worse, they resented her for taking the chance away from Felice.

It was almost funny. Almost.

Camilla’s expression changed, a flicker of guilt passing through. “It’s different. Felice just wanted to do something for us. But you took that away, you made all her hard work useless. Of course she’s upset. Can’t you just stop fighting her, Nathalie? Just once, try to get along.”