Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 507

Camila Davis clicked on the trending topic—the very first post was a video uploaded by an account under The Smith Group.

The man in the video? None other than Raymond Mitchell.

He stared directly into the camera, his voice cracking with emotion, eyes shiny with tears as he exposed Mr. Morris’s alleged crimes.

“I never wanted to come forward like this,” Raymond said, struggling to keep his composure, “because I didn’t want to disturb my wife’s peace. But knowing that the man responsible for her death has never faced justice—worse, that he’s being praised and shielded by people who don’t know the truth—I just can’t stay silent anymore.

“When my beloved wife died, she was carrying our child. That baby was our only hope for a family...”

Raymond broke down in front of the camera, his words barely intelligible as he sobbed. He’d even made himself look more ragged and grief-stricken for the video—his unshaven face, the crumpled shirt, the haunted look of a man who hadn’t slept in days.

Social media exploded.

“I thought this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but there’s a real victim!”

“Oh my God, that means it was a double tragedy back then?”

People’s natural sympathy was triggered—especially with such a heart-wrenching story. The internet mob gathered, ready to rage.

“If this is true, Eric Morris is unforgivable!”

“Whatever else he’s done, that baby was innocent.”

“Even if she betrayed him, that’s no excuse for murder...”

“With a heart that small, I don’t buy his charity acts for a second!”

“These days, even charities can be faked. You see it everywhere.”

“People said he was a fraud—guess they were right!”

“Eric Morris, you killed two people. How do you sleep at night? You should answer for what you did!”

The angriest commenters were relentless.

Not long after the video dropped, Raymond’s private account shared two photos: gravestones.

One was for Catherine Watson—beloved wife—Raymond’s late partner. Beside hers, a smaller, nameless stone simply read: “Beloved son.”

If the video was a spark, these pictures were gasoline. The outrage ignited into a wildfire.

People took every word Raymond said as gospel and unleashed their fury on Eric Morris.

“How can someone so heartless be a doctor?!”

Camila Davis scrolled through everything, hands shaking with anger.

Raymond Mitchell was shameless—but The Smith Group was even worse! They were clearly fueling the fire, keeping this story alive on social media.

If not for them, this topic would have died out days ago.

“Jordan Smith!” Camila hissed through gritted teeth, seething.

Last time she’d called him out, it had only made things worse. That man was a real piece of work.

But this time, she wasn’t going to waste her breath cursing Jordan Smith. What was the point? The man was cold as ice, always so smug—now they had nothing to do with each other, and he’d probably just laugh if she tried to confront him again.

Camila took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She headed straight back to Misty Vale Villa—she needed to talk to her mentor.

This had gone way beyond what he’d planned. It couldn’t be ignored any longer. The truth about his relationship with Catherine Watson had to come out—fast.

She rushed home, heart pounding, and found her mentor sitting on the living room couch, looking as grim as she’d expected.

“Dr. Morris,” she called softly.

He glanced up, rubbing his temples and looking utterly exhausted. “You’re back,” he said quietly.