The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 329

Madonna’s hands were shaking as she hurried back upstairs. She pushed open the bedroom door and froze. Felice was collapsed on the floor, right in front of a dagger stained with blood. Her face was paper–white, her eyes wild with shock.

What happened?” Madonna rushed over, grabbing Felice’s shoulders, desperate for an answer.

‘I don’t know… I really don’t know…” Felice’s voice shook, tears hreatening.

She’d walked into the room just like they’d planned. Everything had seemed fine at first. Lance was calm – maybe even gentle. But then his whole vibe shifted in an instant, cold and sharp.

You’re not Nathalie.” His voice was steady, no doubt at all.

He flicked the lights on. Felice’s heart pounded. She knew he wasn’t well, hat the drugs had him twisted up inside, but she pressed on. She had to.

‘Nathalie sent me. She said you weren’t feeling well, so I came to check ɔn you. Lance, what’s going on?” She reached out, trying to touch him, to

offer some comfort.

‘Get out!” The next thing she knew, Lance shoved her away and shouted, his breath ragged, his anger raw.

He looked cornered, like he couldn’t control his own body. It was all adrenaline and chaos in his eyes. He needed to escape.

Suddenly, he pulled open a drawer, took out a knife, and started stabbing his own left arm. Once. Twice. Three times. Every time the blade struck, it was as if another layer of fog lifted from his eyes.

After the third stab, he seemed almost clear–headed again. He dropped the dagger, let out a low, broken laugh, and stumbled out the door.

Chapter 329

The memory made Felice’s whole body tremble. She’d never seen Lance act like that. Normally, he was the picture of calm, polite to everyone, always so put together. He reminded her of Jackson – always in control. But now, looking back, he’d seemed like someone else entirely. Dangerous, wild, almost cruel. Like a stranger.

Madonna stared at her, disbelief written all over her face. “How can you not know? It was just the two of you in there. Tell me exactly what happened!”

Felice stood, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He’d rather hurt himself than even touch me. That’s all there is to it.”

Madonna just stood silent for a second, then turned and left, her face

drained of color.

t was over. Their whole plan had just fallen apart.

Now Lance was probably going to find Nathalie. No one knew what might

happen next.

Madonna felt powerless, stuck in that terrible wait, her thoughts racing.

Nathalie answered the phone with her usual calm. “He came to see me. He’s on his way to the hospital now.”

Madonna tensed. “What did he say?”

‘He agreed to the divorce.” Nathalie’s voice was light, almost breezy. She even managed a small laugh. “Isn’t that good? No matter how we got here, it’s what I wanted.”

There was a pause. Madonna’s voice was soft, with a hint of something like sympathy. “You’re not with him? He hurt himself because of you. He wouldn’t touch anyone else.”

Nathalie let out a little laugh, sharp and unbothered. “That’s his problem. What does it have to do with me?”

Chapter 329

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