Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 242

Sandra Taylor was absolutely stunned when the slap landed.

For a few seconds, she just stood there, too shocked to react. Then the pain hit her and she shrieked, “Camila Davis, are you insane? How dare you hit me? Jordan, did you see that?!”

She was flailing, scrambling to cover herself up, and whining to Jordan for help.

Sarah Brown wasn’t having any of it. She shoved her phone right in Sandra’s face, recording every second.

“Oh, please,” Sarah scoffed. “You seriously have the nerve to call for help? You’re screwing around with someone else’s husband, and now you want to play the victim? Look at those disgusting marks all over you—if anything, you deserve a lot worse. Back in the day, someone like you would’ve been dunked in the town pond to cool off.”

“You—!”

Sandra was furious, clutching the sheet even tighter to her body. “Don’t you dare record me—!”

She tried to shield her face from the camera.

But Camila was done playing nice. She caught Sandra’s arm, and slapped her again. Hard.

By the time she was done, Sandra’s face was red and swollen.

It was Jordan who finally stepped in, unable to watch any more. He stormed over, grabbing Camila by the wrist. “That’s enough, Camila! Are you trying to make this a circus for the whole neighborhood?”

Camila glared at him, yanking her arm free. “You have the guts to do it, but not to face the consequences? Don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands!”

Sarah just laughed. “Wow, still protecting your side piece, huh? Jordan, you’re unbelievable. Treating your wife like a ghost at home, parading your mistress around town like you’re proud of it, and god knows what else behind closed doors. And now you’re acting all innocent?”

Jordan was seething, his whole body tense with anger. He’d never been so humiliated in his life. And this woman—she kept pushing his buttons, never backing down.

Just as Camila feared, they barely made it to the lobby at the Silver Brook Homestead before the place was swarming with security, blocking every exit.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Don’t stress. I was way ahead of him. The second I started recording, everything was uploaded to the cloud. I’ve got a dozen backups, just in case. Even if they take our phones, we’re covered.”

Only then did Camila’s shoulders drop, her nerves easing a little.

They sat on the big leather couch in the lobby for a few minutes before Jordan showed up, dressed to the nines like nothing ever happened. If you hadn’t seen him earlier, you’d never guess what had gone down upstairs.

Camila watched him quietly, her face unreadable.

When he sat down, she didn’t waste time. “Mr. Smith, you’ve been caught red-handed—there’s video, witnesses, the whole nine yards. Here’s what I want: I don’t care about your money, I just want custody of Lillian. Sign the papers, and let’s be done with this.

Honestly, you’re not losing anything. In fact, you got years of free housekeeping and childcare out of this marriage.”