The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 24

Nathalie let out a soft, startled gasp. She wasn’t ready for any of this.

Lance’s weight pressed down on her, his body warm and solid against hers, so close that she felt like she might melt under the heat.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She glared up at him, her frustration bubbling over as she tried to shove him away.

But he was heavy, and he wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she pushed.

“Nathalie.” His voice was husky, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m hurting.”

Her breath faltered, heart skipping a beat.

She shut her eyes for a moment, a bitter little smile curling at her lips. “And what’s the point of this, Lance?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he just pulled her closer, arms tightening, pulling her against his chest.

Not long ago, things between them were good. They had still touched, still kissed, still held each other close, almost like nothing had changed. But now, after just a few days, everything felt off. Holding her again, he realized just how empty he had felt without her.

He knew her so well. The way she smelled, the way she felt in his arms, every little thing about her was burned into him, an addiction he couldn’t shake.

His lips found her neck, leaving a soft mark on her delicate skin.

Nathalie stared up at the detailed ceiling. She was trembling, nerves frayed, but her thoughts were cuttingly clear.

“You’ve been over to Felice’s place so many times.” Her voice was cold and sharp. “How far have things gone? Did you do everything with her that you did with me?”

Lance froze at her words, then bit down hard on her collarbone.

Pain shot through her, making her flinch, tears smarting in her eyes.

“Nathalie, do you even have a heart?” He glared at her, jaw clenched. “I was just looking after Jasper. I never even looked twice at that woman.”

Four years later, all she wanted was for him to keep his promise.

Lance was breathing hard, his eyes stormy. Just then, his phone rang. He picked up the call and answered, trying to calm himself. “Hello?”

“Lance, we tracked down the person who sent those emails to Nathalie. It’s a paparazzo who follows celebrities everywhere. He happened to be in Aurelia at the time, tailing an actress, and just caught you and Felice in the same frame.”

Lance let out a cold laugh. “There’s no such thing as random luck. I want a full background check. I want to know everything about him, down to which preschool he went to.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll handle it.”

Nathalie sent a photo of her ring to Damaris and gave her a call. “Can you auction this for me?”

Damaris gasped. “Isn’t that your wedding ring? The one Lance fought for at auction for three hundred million? You used to cherish it so much. Why now?”