Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 240

Camila Davis felt a jolt of energy shoot through her.

Once upon a time, this kind of thing might have made her heart ache. But right now? All she felt was excitement.

Could she really get her hands on evidence this time?

If so, she could finally get out of this marriage—fast.

It was a rare chance, and she wasn’t about to let it slip by. She quickly called her best friend and told her everything.

“This number already sent me some photos before,” Camila explained anxiously. “I tried asking who it was, but they never replied. Do you think this is legit? What if it’s some kind of trap?”

Sarah Brown didn’t even hesitate. “Who the heck would go out of their way to send you random pictures for no reason? Maybe it’s your guardian angel trying to help.”

“Either way, you’ve got a lead, and I’m coming with you. You need this kind of proof for the divorce, Cam. Let’s go!”

Camila nodded, no more convincing needed. “Alright, let’s do this.”

They grabbed their coats and rushed out the door, tearing down the street in Sarah’s old Chevy, headed for Silver Brook Homestead.

Camila had been there before, back when the elder Mrs. Smith was alive. Every year, the family would come for a relaxing weekend, soaking in the hot springs. It was an upscale, members-only kind of place, and you couldn’t even get in the front door without a VIP card.

Of course, as soon as they pulled up and a security guard flagged them down, Camila remembered—she didn’t have her card anymore. She’d left the Smiths with nothing, and a VIP pass was definitely not on her list of keepsakes.

Thinking fast, she dialed Walter Wilson. “Hey, do you have a Silver Brook Homestead VIP card?”

His response was instant and loaded with attitude. “Nope.”

Walter knew the place, of course. But after he and Camila had their falling out—and knowing the Smiths still liked to visit—he’d always steered clear. He’d never even set foot inside, much less gotten a membership.

Still, he asked, “Why do you need a VIP card anyway?”

“It’s important,” Camila said vaguely. “Any other way you can get us in?”

Camila quickly explained the situation with the VIP card, leaving out all the messy details.

When she finished, she held her breath. This was her last hope. If Mr. Williams couldn’t help, she was out of options.

He didn’t answer right away, but after just a few seconds, he spoke. “Wait there. Someone will bring you a card soon.”

True to his word, barely three minutes later, a well-dressed man hurried out of the main building. He approached them with a polite smile.

“Ms. Davis? I’m the manager here. I have your card.”

Camila’s relief was almost overwhelming. “Yes, that’s me.”

He nodded, handed her the VIP pass, and called over a staff member to show them the way.

When they finally reached Room A001, Camila’s heart was pounding so hard she could barely breathe.