The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 75

He was flirting with Felice behind her back.

He’d said yes to Madonna to keep the peace, but then he came running to her, all wounded pride and silent anger.

What exactly did he take her for?

Nathalie found herself questioning everything she’d built with him. Eight years. It all seemed so shaky now, like she could see the cracks spreading through the foundation of her love. A heavy sense of helplessness washed over her, the kind that settled into her bones.

She realized, almost with surprise, that she wasn’t as strong or unaffected as she pretended to be. Whenever Lance and Felice got mixed up in her life, her control vanished. Her feelings just spilled out—messy, raw, impossible to hide.

Lance was the man she’d loved for eight years. Felice was the woman she’d hated for even longer.

And now they were tangled up together.

How could they—of all people—end up like this?

She could only stand there, silent, feeling desperate all over again.

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Lance’s shirt was wrinkled and his face was drawn as he waited outside for Farr to pick him up. Farr spotted him from halfway down the block and nearly did a double take.

Was Lance… okay? Did he get into a fight? Was he kicked out?

Lance looked like someone’s abandoned dog, just standing there under the streetlights in the middle of the night. It was pitiful, honestly.

When Farr pulled up, he smoothed his face and tried to act normal. “Lance, where do you want to go?”

Lance slumped in the back seat and tossed his jacket to the side, looking wild and lost. His chest felt so tight he could barely breathe. “Just… drive somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe somewhere I can drop dead.”

Farr shot him a look in the rearview mirror. “Come on, don’t joke like that. Should I take you back to Lumina Grand?”

That was supposed to be his marital home. But his wife wasn’t there. So what was the point?

Lance just closed his eyes, voice frosty. “Wherever. I don’t care.”

Farr didn’t know what to say. Was this rock-bottom, getting dumped by Nathalie and falling into misery?

In the end, he just drove Lance home anyway.

Nathalie auditioned again, reading her role for the team. She’d been practicing non-stop, and it paid off. Her delivery was stronger, more emotional, lifting her work a level higher than before.

The voice director looked genuinely impressed. He leaned over to the project manager and muttered, “Told you we should’ve gone with her from the start. The last girl was unbearable. So fake I couldn’t stand it.”

The assistant rolled her eyes. “We all wanted to start with Nathalie, but what can you do when people have connections?”

The director scoffed. “Connections don’t mean much if you can’t do the job. Is her contract ready?”

The assistant nodded. “All set.”

As soon as Nathalie stepped out, the director greeted her with a big smile. “You nailed it. Even better than last time. It’s obvious you’ve been working hard. I’d love to have you on our team. Let’s do great work together.”

Nathalie shook his hand, offering a gentle, grateful smile. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to it.”

She was just about to sign her contract when a small group of people entered the room.

At the front was Lance. And right beside him was Felice.