Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 40

Sandra Taylor recognized Walter Wilson the second she saw him.

The guy just had this aura—impossibly handsome, with striking features and this air of authority you couldn’t ignore.

But what made him truly unforgettable was his background.

He was the head honcho at Wilson Group—the kingpin of the medical and pharmaceutical industry, both at home and abroad.

Smith Group, where Sandra worked, didn’t even come close to Wilson Group in this field.

For ages, Sandra had been trying to get an introduction. She wanted their company’s medical devices into Wilson Group’s supply chain, but she never got the chance.

She never expected to literally bump into him today.

Her mind raced, and she turned to her assistant. “Go see if you can grab a minute of his time—tell him we want to talk business.”

The assistant nodded and hurried over, catching Walter just as he was about to get into his black Mercedes. “Mr. Wilson? I’m Sandra Taylor’s assistant—she’s currently heading up the AI medical systems project at Smith Group. Would you have a few minutes to discuss a potential partnership?”

At the mention of “Sandra Taylor,” “Smith Group,” and “AI medical systems,” Walter’s expression immediately soured.

He’d just wrapped up a meeting with Camila Davis.

Now Jordan Smith’s little girlfriend was trying to get in on the action?

Walter looked downright irritated, his tone icy. “Who do you think you are, expecting to talk business with me? Get out of my way.”

His own assistant, Aiden, immediately stepped in, blocking the path. “Sorry, Mr. Wilson’s not available. If you want to discuss business, please schedule a meeting through Wilson Group’s proper channels.”

With that, Aiden ushered Walter into the car, and they drove off.

Sandra’s assistant came back, flustered, and relayed the cold reception.

Sandra frowned, clearly annoyed by how dismissive they’d been. But then she remembered who she was dealing with and let it go.

“Never mind. I was a little too forward, anyway. I’ll look for a better chance next time.”

With that, she headed inside the local coffee shop.

About fifteen minutes later, she showed up at Jordan Smith’s office, carrying two Starbucks bags.

Jordan had just finished a round of calls trying to win back a few lost clients. When he saw Sandra, his voice softened. “You’re back?”

But why hadn’t Jordan made any moves about it yet? Days had gone by with nothing from him.

Camila frowned and wandered into Jordan’s room. She’d left the divorce papers on his nightstand, but now they were gone.

So, he’d seen them.

But he still hadn’t reacted. Did that mean he was agreeing to the divorce? Or was he just ignoring her because he didn’t like her terms?

Camila gave a bitter little laugh. Even if Jordan didn’t want to sign, she’d still have to sit down and talk to him. For Lillian’s sake, she couldn’t let this drag on any longer.

She picked up her phone and dialed Jordan’s number.

It rang and rang, but he never picked up—he just sent her straight to voicemail.

That night, Jordan didn’t come home. Again.

Camila barely reacted—she was used to his constant absences by now. This house had meant nothing to him for a long time.

So really, why not just get the divorce over with already?