Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 120

As soon as Camila Davis spoke, the entire room fell into a stunned silence.

No one had expected her to be so blunt, so unapologetically direct.

The Smith family exchanged uncomfortable glances and furrowed brows.

“This is just completely out of line. Ms. Taylor is a guest of honor, for heaven’s sake!”

“Unbelievable. How could she act like this?”

“Really, you don’t slap a smiling face. Is this how the future Mrs. Smith should behave?”

Whispers and disapproving mutters rippled through the crowd. It was obvious that everyone was less than impressed with Camila Davis’s attitude.

Barbara Jones and Mason Smith shot her icy glares, their irritation barely concealed. Total embarrassment! How dare she cause a scene like this?

Camila, however, was unmoved. If it weren’t for Lillian’s birthday, she wouldn’t have bothered to play nice with this crowd at all.

Jordan Smith’s patience was wearing thin as well. He clenched his jaw and leaned in, voice low and sharp, “Camila, there are a hundred people watching. Are you trying to ruin Lillian’s birthday on purpose? Is that what you want?”

Camila stared him down, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you want the truth, maybe you should stop throwing these ridiculous parties. You never care about Lillian unless there’s an audience. Using her to polish your ‘Super Dad’ reputation—now that’s something you’re good at.”

Jordan’s face darkened, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. “Camila, that’s enough. Shut your mouth.”

She didn’t flinch. “If we can’t even stand each other, maybe you should get the divorce paperwork started. And trust me, once we’re done, I won’t waste another word on you.”

He was seething now, but deep down he still thought—no way she’d really leave. Camila had clawed her way into the Smith family; he didn’t believe for a second she’d walk away so easily.

“Camila, dream on. I’ve told you before, whether we divorce or not? That’s my call. You don’t get to decide.”

She shot him a chilly look. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, Camila turned away, refusing to give him another glance.

Jordan shrugged, completely unbothered. “She can’t reach, Daniel’s tall enough. What’s the problem?”

He didn’t even give Camila a chance to argue. He dragged Daniel over, handed him the knife, and beamed at his son.

Daniel hesitated for a moment, pretending to be shy, then happily sliced into the cake—once, twice. To Camila, it felt like someone had taken a knife to her own heart.

She trembled with fury. Lillian had been looking forward to this moment for weeks. And just like that, Jordan had handed it over to someone else, without a second thought.

What did Lillian mean to him, anyway?

Jordan, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious. When the caterers came to serve the slices, he handed the very first piece to Daniel. “Thanks for helping Lillian cut the cake, buddy. Here’s your reward.”

Only then did he pass the next piece to Lillian. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he said with a vague smile. “I hope every day is special for you.”

Lillian just stared down at her little plate of cake, too stunned to even respond.