Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 583

No one really understood what Sarah Brown was talking about, but they all instinctively followed the direction of her finger.

Then, in the next instant, the whole room nearly lost their minds.

Up on the giant screen, a slideshow of photos popped up—every single one of Sandra Taylor.

If they’d just been normal photos, no one would’ve batted an eye. But these? These were nothing like the Sandra everyone thought they knew.

In the pictures, Sandra had ditched her usual fresh, elegant style. Her makeup was heavy, almost trashy, and her clothes—let’s just say, way more night-out-in-Vegas than Sunday brunch. In the background, you could spot all sorts of places: nightclubs, fancy yachts, sleek sports cars…

And Sandra wasn’t alone. In every shot, there was a different guy.

Some of the photos were downright jaw-dropping: her draped all over some guy, sitting on his lap, even full-on kissing him. And the worst part? None of the guys were the same. It was like a highlight reel from some sketchy pop-up ad.

The entire banquet hall erupted in gasps and whispers.

Sandra’s head was spinning. Her vision blurred. No, no, no…

Where did these come from? Why are they up there for everyone to see?!

The Smith family stared in disbelief, like they’d just seen a ghost.

Jordan Smith went pale as a sheet. He stood frozen, fists clenched, face dark with anger and shock. He couldn’t process it—how could the girl he’d put on a pedestal, his sweet, innocent first love, be the woman in those photos?

“Oh my God, is that Sandra Taylor?”

“The makeup’s different, but that’s definitely her face!”

“Wow, she’s got some serious experience, huh?”

“Wait, are these old pictures? Look at the buildings in the back—looks European.”

“Didn’t she study abroad in Europe for a while?”

“Yeah, I remember that! These look like college days.”

Desperately, she grabbed Jordan’s arm, pleading, “Jordan, don’t look! Don’t believe it! It’s all fake—someone set me up! I swear, I never did any of this! It must be Camila Davis and her friends trying to ruin us, ruin our engagement. Don’t fall for their trap…”

But Jordan just stared at her, eyes cold and hard, saying nothing.

Not far away, Sarah Brown scoffed, “Sorry, Sandra, but there’s nothing fake about these. I made sure to get them straight from overseas. Mr. Smith, if you don’t believe me, send someone to check for yourself—these weren’t exactly a secret in Europe.”

She turned to Jordan. “You always trusted her so much, never even thought to look into her past, huh? If someone really loved you, would she have married someone else, had a kid with him?”

Sarah shrugged. “Truth is, she went too far. Sandra had abortions abroad—more than once. The doctors warned her she might not be able to have kids anymore, so she rushed to have one with her ex-husband. We all know how that ended—she divorced him, then came running back to you, Mr. Smith, hoping to become Mrs. Smith.”

“She even tried to erase her records from her time abroad. Doesn’t matter, though. Actions have consequences. After all those procedures, her chances of having another baby are slim. So if she says she’s pregnant now, well… I wouldn’t bet on it.”

The room exploded again.

“God, what kind of woman does that? She’s no better than a tramp!”

“Mr. Smith really got the short end of the stick, huh?”