The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 99

Do you really like her?

Well, that kind of depends on who you’re comparing her to.

If it’s between Felice and Nathalie, Madonna would always pick Nathalie. Now that Nathalie was asking for a divorce, Madonna finally had the chance to choose a daughter-in-law she actually liked. Nathalie could only hope things would go her way.

She let out a deep sigh. Nothing else to say.

***

The next day, Nathalie was feeling better and decided to go in to work as usual.

The moment she stepped into the office, she spotted Felice at her desk with a mask on, pretending she had a cold. Nathalie saw right through it, of course. She was just trying to hide what everyone would notice anyway.

As expected, someone walked right over.

“Felice, are you okay? Caught a cold or something? Why the mask?”

Felice shook her head. “No, I’m not sick. I just hurt my face and didn’t want to scare anyone.”

That only made the other woman more curious. “Hurt your face? Let me see. If it’s that bad, maybe you should go to the hospital.” She reached out, pulled the mask down, and then gasped.

“Oh my god, did someone hit you? Your face is so swollen!”

Everyone turned to look. The attention was immediate.

Felice fumbled to pull the mask back up, sneaking a quick glance at Nathalie. “I’m fine, really. No one hit me. You all should get back to work—I’m heading to the studio.”

That glance was enough. Now everyone was looking at Nathalie.

People had been whispering about the tension between her and Felice for ages, and this just added fuel to the fire. All at once, she felt those skeptical stares. In their minds, it was obvious. Nathalie must have hit Felice.

Felice was always sweet and friendly, buying milk tea and desserts for everyone. She’d worked hard to be well-liked. So it was no surprise that, suddenly, people weren’t so friendly to Nathalie.

“Right. She already said sorry. Why are you still going on about it? We all work here, don’t make everything a big deal.”

Nathalie waited, letting the noise die down. She looked around calmly, folded her arms, and faced the woman who’d spilled the coffee.

“Okay then. You want my forgiveness? Get on your knees. Then I’ll forgive you.”

If they wanted to make her the bad guy, fine. She was done playing along just to keep the peace. Two sentences could solve this, but if they insisted on a scene, she had no problem raising the stakes.

The woman stared at Nathalie, eyes wide, totally stunned. “Are you serious? You want me to kneel over an accident? That’s just cruel!”

Others gave Nathalie a look, like she’d committed a crime.

Nathalie didn’t blink. “So, are you kneeling or not? If not, get out of my way. I’ve got work to do.”

Tears started to form in the woman’s eyes. She hesitated, then seemed to steel herself and said, “Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll kneel and apologize, if that’s what it takes. I just hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”