The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 34

“Why don’t you call me ‘sister-in-law’ anymore? No one around to watch you act these days?” Nathalie’s voice dripped with sarcasm, her gaze sharp.

Felice’s brows pinched together. “I’m not acting. You’ve just always misunderstood me.”

“Misunderstood you?” Nathalie took a few slow steps toward her, eyes cold and clear. “Have I ever accused you of something you didn’t do? Even once?”

Felice instinctively backed away, every muscle tense with caution. If something happened to her here with no witnesses... it wouldn’t be worth the trouble.

Her eyes darted for a second, and then she sighed. “Is this just because Lance keeps coming to see me? Honestly, it’s out of my control. Lance cares about Jasper a lot. I try to tell him no, but he keeps showing up. What am I supposed to do about it?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Damaris couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her voice cut across the room. “So fake. Acting like some innocent victim. Don’t think I won’t slap you for it—I should, just for the satisfaction.”

She charged forward, but Nathalie blocked her, reaching out an arm.

“Don’t bother,” Nathalie said, her tone cool. “She’s good at playing the victim. If Lance gets involved, it’ll just turn into a bigger mess.”

Damaris fumed. “So we’re just letting her get away with this?”

“We just can’t let her win,” Nathalie replied, calmly pressing the elevator call button. “I’m divorcing Lance. The best thing you three can do is go live your own little happy life. Just get out of my sight.”

Felice bit down on her lip, her expression unreadable, but her eyes stayed fixed on Nathalie. “I’m telling you the truth. Why can’t you believe me?”

The elevator doors slid open. Nathalie walked inside without another look.

When they closed, Felice pulled her phone from her pocket, stopped a recording, and let her eyes fall shut. Then she slapped herself, hard enough that the sound echoed in the hallway. It hurt—a lot.

She covered her stinging cheek and headed straight to the hospital.

On the way, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

She lowered her gaze and shifted her face so the red mark was just visible to him.

But Lance wasn’t fooled. He barely glanced at her. His words were distant, tired. “Felice, just go home and rest. Really. There’s nothing you need to do here.”

Felice’s expression faltered for a heartbeat. She tried to sound gentle. “Lance, maybe you shouldn’t visit Jasper anymore. Nathalie doesn’t like me, and she doesn’t like Jasper, either. You two have been together so long... I hate that things ended up like this because of Jasper.”

Only then did Lance focus on her face. “Jasper is Jackson’s only kid. I’m always going to look after him—”

He stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of the handprint.

“Felice, who hit you?”

Felice shook her head quickly, using her hair as a shield. “It’s nothing. Damaris didn’t mean it. She and Nathalie just... got the wrong idea.”

Lance’s face darkened, a cloud settling over his features.