Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 52

Realizing what was happening, Camila Davis’s face went pale in an instant.

Before, she hadn’t thought much about it—she’d never really considered how far things had gone between them. But now, seeing it up close: the man, drunk, mistaking her for someone else and whispering suggestive words… If he wasn’t already used to this, how could it come so naturally?

Camila felt sick, trembling uncontrollably.

Jordan Smith, oblivious, took another unsteady step forward, reaching out as if to pull her into his arms.

A wave of revulsion crashed over Camila.

“Jordan Smith, open your eyes! I’m not Sandra Taylor!”

Before he could react, she shoved him out of the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind him.

She had no idea what time Jordan finally left that night.

All she knew was that, as she showered, she scrubbed her skin raw—any place he’d touched felt dirty, tainted by the thought that those same hands had probably wandered all over another woman.

The whole night, she barely slept a wink.

The next morning, she felt like a zombie—exhausted, running on fumes. She forced herself out of bed to join Lillian for breakfast, and, to her shock, bumped right into Jordan in the kitchen.

He looked a world away from the mess he’d been last night: sober, crisp as ever in his shirt and tie, every movement elegant and composed, as if he’d never even touched a drop of bourbon.

When he glanced at Camila, his face was cold and distant. Like nothing had ever happened.

Fine by her. She didn’t want to relive last night either.

She sat down with Lillian, focusing on fixing her some pancakes with extra maple syrup.

Maybe it was because she hadn’t seen her dad in days, but Lillian was practically bouncing with excitement. As soon as breakfast was over and Camila’s attention slipped, the little girl quietly trailed Jordan into his office.

“Dr. Lewis,” he said bluntly, “I’m paying top dollar for Lillian’s treatment. Is this how you manage her case?”

There was a pause, then Dr. Lewis replied, “Mr. Smith, you must be mistaken. I’ve always been diligent with Lillian’s sessions. But I have missed two appointments recently—because your Mrs. Smith told me not to come.”

Jordan’s expression darkened even further. “I want you here now, Dr. Lewis.”

He hung up and fixed Camila with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Why did you tell Dr. Lewis not to treat Lillian? Are you questioning my decisions? Keep this up, and Lillian’s going to end up with real psychological problems!”

Camila almost laughed at the absurdity.

He barely paid attention to Lillian most days, and now he was swooping in, blaming her for everything without even getting the facts.

She shot back, “I don’t need an unprofessional shrink giving Lillian pills and calling it therapy. She’s done nothing but sedate her—she isn’t doing any real psychological work! In fact, what she’s doing breaks every rule of proper therapy!”

Her words hung in the air, their anger and frustration finally coming to the surface.