The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 234

Lance’s face clouded over. Sunlight spilled into the room, but it did nothing to chase away the cold.

Nathalie bristled, every part of her tense. She felt like a hedgehog with her quills completely up, refusing to let Lance get close.

He reached out to touch her cheek, lingering there for a second before he spoke. “What do you want for breakfast?”

She pushed his hand away. “Are you really going to get me whatever I say?”

“Yes,” he replied quietly.

His answer didn’t faze her. “I want one of those pies from the little shop in the South End.”

She knew she was making it difficult. Her apartment was up in the North End, and that shop was practically at the other edge of the city.

Lance just nodded. “Alright. I’ll be back soon.” He slipped on his coat and stepped out.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Nathalie let herself unwind a little. Her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, and she drew them to her chest. She looked pale, almost sick.

Small things like breakfast? Sure, Lance would listen. But he never took her seriously when it actually mattered. Did any of this even mean anything?

She pulled herself together and got ready, then headed out. Her stomach was cramping from her period, making her feel weak and annoyed, so she grabbed something quick on the way.

At work, she barely had a moment to settle in before spotting Lance again. He was already in the office, holding a familiar paper bag.

“I knew you wouldn’t wait for me,” he said, walking over. “So I brought breakfast here instead. And I got you some red bean porridge too. It’ll help with the pain.”

Nathalie didn’t even look at what he brought. She stared at him, her face cold and indifferent.

He set the bag down on her desk and left without waiting for a response.

Nathalie glanced at her coworkers. “Has anyone not had breakfast yet?”

People looked her way but stayed silent.

She didn’t care. With barely a glance at the bag, she tossed the whole thing into the trash.

A while later, Addis arrived and called everyone together for a meeting. The morning flew by. Sometime after lunch, Nathalie got a call—from the court. They wanted to arrange a mediation session for her and Lance.

The elevator doors opened to the executive floor. Inside the meeting room, the court officials were already waiting. Lance was sitting on a sofa, perfectly composed, his dark, unreadable eyes watching the mediators with lazy interest.

When Nathalie walked in, all his attention locked on her.

“Nathalie, you never cease to surprise me.”

Nathalie sat down and spoke directly to the mediators. “There’s no need for mediation. Our marriage is over. I can’t keep doing this.”

Lance jumped in smoothly. “Our relationship has always been just fine. I don’t mind if you look into our private life for the record.”

The mediators could feel the tension suffocating the air, but they had to stick to the process.

Since Nathalie wasn’t budging on the divorce, the next step would be a formal court hearing. It wouldn’t take long to set a date.

Nathalie stayed firm, her expression never wavering.

Once the mediators left, Lance’s face darkened as he turned to her. “Nathalie, why do you have to do this? You know you can’t win.”