Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 1082

“I bet whenever the weather gets bad, your pain flares up, sharp and relentless, like being stabbed by needles, right?”

RedFox didn’t say anything, but his silence was all the answer Camila needed.

She continued, “There’s no shortcut here. If you want lasting relief, you have to do it my way. Rushing won’t help.”

RedFox found himself believing her more and more. She had nailed every one of his symptoms, and as he spent time with her, he realized she actually seemed pretty decent. He couldn’t help but wonder how she’d ended up in such danger.

Curiosity got the better of him. “Did you cross someone? Why would anyone want you dead?”

Camila’s heart skipped a beat. This was her moment. She smiled a little, half joking, half serious. “Honestly, I wish I knew. My parents are just regular teachers, the kind who spend their lives helping others. I’ve been a doctor for years, saved countless people, hardly ever made enemies. But, sure, there are people who don’t like me.”

She let her words hang in the air, telling the truth mixed with a little fiction. RedFox looked even more interested. “Really? What happened?”

“I was married once,” Camila said, her voice quiet. “Into a rich family. But my mother-in-law never liked me. She thought I wasn’t good enough, that my background wasn’t impressive, that I couldn’t bring anything to the family. She made life hell for me. The whole family kind of resented me, honestly. Even women outside the family who wanted my ex-husband hated me and came after me, just because I was with him. After we divorced, I moved away, hoping for a fresh start, but I ended up clashing with this local heiress. She looked down on me, too. Thought I was beneath her, unworthy to even stand next to her, let alone compete for what she wanted. Just being me was enough to make her angry. So, if you ask why someone would want me dead, I don’t even know where to start.”

She looked at RedFox, her eyes steady. “You probably deal with this kind of random hatred even more than I do, right? Sometimes there are real enemies. Other times, people just take out their anger on whoever’s nearby. There’s no logic to it. And besides...” She gave him a knowing look. “You probably know more about who’s after me than I do. If you really want answers, you’d find them faster than I ever could.”

While she spoke, the last of the poisoned blood had drained. Camila tossed the blood-soaked gauze into the sink, grabbed a fresh piece, cleaned up the wound, stopped the bleeding, and wrapped it up neatly.

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