The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 330

“You drive.”

Nathalie slipped into the back seat, pulling the door shut behind her.

Nicol climbed in up front and glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Where to, Ms. Blair?”

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Nathalie pressed her fingers to her temples. “The Observatory.”

There was no way she could go back to the hospital right now. Her grandmother would instantly know something wasn’t right.

“Alright.”

The car started back up, joining the slow–moving traffic. Nathalie couldn’t help but wonder what hoops Lance must have jumped through to find her, to block her path like that.

Staring out the window, she felt hollow. Cold air rushed in whenever the window cracked open, but she barely noticed. She felt numb. There was just… nothing.

Once she got back to The Observatory, she went straight for a long, hot shower. Afterward, she texted Adelaide to let her know she wouldn’t be coming over tonight.

Adelaide’s reply came as a voice message that filled the quiet room with warmth. “That’s good. Try to get some rest, sweetheart. You’ve just worn yourself out lately.”

Nathalie curled up a little tighter and let the comfort of Adelaide’s voice wash over her, settling her nerves. For a moment, she could breathe a little easier.

Her phone buzzed again. This time she glanced at the screen–Freddy.

Freddy: [You’re back?]

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Freddy: [Saw your lights on… and no, I’m not spying, promise. My house just happens to be right behind yours.]

Nathalie: [Yeah, I came home tonight.]

Freddy: [How’s your grandma doing?]

Nathalie: [She’s doing well. Thanks for asking.]

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Freddy: [Don’t be so formal. Aren’t we friends?]

Nathalie: [Of course, we are.]

Freddy: [I think I saw you at the cemetery today, but I wasn’t totally sure, so I didn’t say anything. Did you go?]

Nathalie: [Yeah, I did. Today’s the anniversary of Jackson’s death.]

Freddy: [I’ve heard about him. He sounded like a great guy. Such a shame.]

Freddy: [You always keep Lance at arm’s length, but you seem to care a lot about Jackson.]

Freddy: [Wasn’t he married to Felice?]

Nathalie: [They’re not the same.]

Freddy: [I see. It’s late. I’ll let you get some rest.]

Nathalie: [Okay. You should rest too. Goodnight.]

She set her phone on the nightstand and rolled over, but sleep refused to come. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Lance, half of his body stained with blood, flickered in her mind.

She tried to push it away. She pressed her face into her pillow, annoyed. Why couldn’t she just stop thinking about it?

Why should it matter to her, whether Lance lived or died?

She yanked another pillow over her head, forcing herself to relax, to sleep,

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to forget.

She tossed and turned all night, nightmares running wild in her head. By the time morning broke, she stared at the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror and just sighed.

She dabbed on some light makeup to hide how tired she looked. It was Tuesday. She could finally go to the Register Office and file for divorce.

He said he was on board, so he probably wouldn’t back out… right?

Still, the doubt crept in. It wouldn’t be the first time he changed his mind. What if he did it again?

She took a steadying breath, then picked up her phone and dialed his

number.

It rang three times before anyone answered.

“Nathalie.”

Bagot’s voice was quiet, exhausted.

Nathalie didn’t hesitate. “He promised today we’d get divorced.”

Bagot let out a long sigh. “Lance is still in the hospital. He lost a lot of blood last night. He hasn’t woken up yet.”

Nathalie’s grip tightened on her phone. “What did the doctors say?”

“Nothing much they can do. We just have to wait for him to wake up on

his own.”

She looked down at her hands. “Alright. I got it.”

She was about to hang up when Bagot called out her name, stopping her. “Nathalie, are you sure you don’t want to come see him? He’s hurt pretty badly.”