The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 256

Nathalie just stared, completely at a loss for words.

Adelaide’s imagination really had no bounds.

She and Lance weren’t even divorced yet. Getting into a new relationship? That was nowhere on her radar. One heartbreak had already drained her. She couldn’t imagine starting all over again, not now.

When she got home, she sat with Adelaide and watched some mindless TV, then did her nighttime routine and climbed into bed.

Sometime past midnight, her phone went off. Half-asleep, she answered without even thinking to look at the screen.

“Hello?”

“Nathalie.”

A low, raspy voice said her name—soft, desperate, and way too intimate for comfort.

Nathalie frowned immediately. “You’re insane.”

She hung up.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. It was impossible to ignore. Pissed off and unable to get back to sleep, Nathalie finally just powered her phone off.

BlueNight.

The private room was dark, lit only by the faint glow from the city outside. Beer bottles littered the table. Bagot watched nervously as Lance stared at his phone, blank and lost.

Bagot swallowed. “Lance, it’s getting late. What do you say we head home?”

Lance stared at his lifeless screen, listening to the robotic voice confirming the call couldn’t go through. He shut his eyes for a second.

Adam’s apple shifting, he looked hollow in the shadows.

Go home? He didn’t even know what that was anymore.

He put his phone down and reached for another drink.

Bagot, anxious that his friend might do something stupid, tried to intervene. “You’ve had enough for tonight, Lance. Seriously, let’s just go.”

Lance turned to him, slow and a little slurred. “Do you think… If I ended up like Fabian, drinking myself into the hospital, would she bother to visit me?”

“This is she.” Her heart jumped. “What happened?”

A calm voice replied, “Your husband is here at the station. He says he can’t find his way home. Can you come pick him up?”

Nathalie nearly burst a blood vessel.

She shut her eyes. “I can’t. I’m out of the country.”

Without another word, she hung up.

He was absolutely crazy. And shameless. He’d actually made trouble at the police station.

Nathalie yanked the blanket over her head and tried to ignore the building storm in her chest.

Back at the police station, the captain looked over at the handsome man slumped in the chair, his face flushed with alcohol. He cleared his throat quietly.

“Lance, do you want me to call you a car and send you home?”

Lance didn’t respond. He just kept his gaze on the floor, his whole body radiating the heaviness of someone completely, utterly lost.