Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 149

Once that comment dropped, the whole comment section blew up with gossip. Everyone wanted to know what was really going on.

The person spilling the tea clearly knew some inside info and quickly painted a picture of what had happened at the party a few nights ago.

People in the comments lost it.

“Is this guy for real? Dragging his mistress’s kid to cut his own daughter’s birthday cake? What a jerk!”

“Poor girl, she doesn’t deserve this.”

“She should just dump him already! Let the cheater and his side chick rot together—she belongs with Mr. Wilson…”

While the internet was in an uproar, back at The Smith Group headquarters…

Jordan Smith saw the video and the chaos erupting in the comments. His expression darkened, brows furrowed with anger.

Camila Davis!!!

Is this your big revenge plan?

Parading around with Walter Wilson, making a scene—what are you trying to pull?

Trying to force me to apologize, to crawl back to you?

Ha! Nice try.

Downstairs, in Sandra Taylor’s office.

She’d seen the news too. Seeing the avalanche of insults in the comments, her heart started pounding with panic.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think Camila Davis would suddenly be this much in the spotlight.

Before, Camila was always quietly tucked away, out of sight.

Now, with Walter Wilson by her side, she was shining like never before.

Sandra couldn’t help but worry Jordan would waver.

But then she had a second thought—maybe this wasn’t so bad.

The more people shipped Camila and Walter together, the more inevitable the divorce would seem.

Thinking this, she felt a little calmer.

Just then, her office phone rang—the direct line from the CEO’s office.

Sandra picked up quickly, her voice soft and sweet. “Jordan…”

But Jordan’s reply was cold and blunt. “I need results from the pharma R&D team. We have to beat The Wilson Group to the punch.”

That wasn’t a request—it was an order.

Even through the phone, she could feel his frustration.

Was he really this rattled by the news?

Sandra tried to hide her own anxiety. “The team’s already started, but research takes time. There are a lot of tests and trials to run, it’s not something we can rush… But I’ll do my best.”

Jordan’s tone was sharp, clearly dissatisfied. “Tell them to pick up the pace.”

He hung up before she could say another word.

Staring at the dead line, Sandra couldn’t help but feel angry.

Jordan had been distant lately, ever since Camila Davis’s name started popping up again.

She could feel the threat looming.

Jordan’s expression shifted in alarm.

His leg condition was acting up again…

Without thinking, he called out, “Camila Davis!”

But only silence answered him.

The person who used to rush over at a moment’s notice—she wasn’t there anymore.

It hit him again: She’d moved out.

He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but the pain in his legs only got worse. Desperate, he called out for Daniel in the playroom next door.

But Daniel didn’t hear him at all.

Finally, a housekeeper heard the commotion and rushed in to help him up.

Sandra came running, concern written all over her face. “Jordan, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Jordan felt a wave of embarrassment and anger. He answered coldly, “No.”

Then he turned to the housekeeper. “Go get my medication.”

The housekeeper hurried off.

Later, when the medicine arrived, Jordan drank it down, and the pain finally eased.

But as he set the empty cup aside, irritation bubbled up inside him.

When Camila was here, a few acupuncture needles and he was fine in minutes.

How dare that woman even talk about divorce?