Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 585

Walter Wilson laughed, completely unimpressed. “You really think you have the right to accuse me of crossing the line?”

He shot a look at Mason Smith. “Where was all this outrage when you and your family were ganging up on Camila Davis? Did you stop to think maybe you were the ones going too far then?”

Walter’s eyes narrowed, cold and sharp. “All of you, the whole Smith family, treated Camila like dirt just to protect that shameless woman—Sandra Taylor. Hell, you even turned on your own flesh and blood, Lillian. Care to explain that?”

Mason clenched his jaw. He knew Walter was here to stir up trouble and there was nothing he could do about it right now. “That’s a completely different situation,” Mason muttered through gritted teeth.

Walter just smirked. “Is it, though? Then open your eyes and take a good look at this.”

With a snap of his fingers, Walter signaled his assistant, who quickly mirrored his phone screen onto the giant TV at the front of the room.

A video started to play, the sound cranked up so loud not even the folks at the back could miss a word. The footage was crystal clear: Sandra Taylor swaggering over to Camila, taunting her, humiliating her in front of everyone. It was all there—the sneers, the boasts, the cruel words.

Guests watched, stunned, as Sandra bragged about how she’d stolen Jordan Smith from Camila, how she’d manipulated a child’s illness to torment Camila, and even taught her own son to frame Camila for things she hadn’t done. The final scenes showed Sandra and her son faking an assault, trying to pin the blame on Camila—pretending she’d pushed Sandra and endangered her pregnancy.

No one could look away. The ugly truth played out in high-definition for all to see.

Sandra stared at the screen, frozen, her face drained of any remaining color. Why? Why had Walter recorded everything? Was this what he’d been doing on his phone earlier? Had she been so easily manipulated into incriminating herself?

Hatred twisted her features, but there was nothing she could do now—she couldn’t even stop Barbara Jones from slapping her across the face, again and again.

The guests’ opinions shattered, then quickly re-formed into something harsher.

“Who acts like this? She’s a monster!”

“So vicious! I thought Sandra Taylor was bad just for sleeping around, but this? This is a whole new level of low.”

Mothers clutched their children, moving away as if Sandra’s poison might be contagious. “She’s disgusting! And that son of hers? Already so twisted at such a young age.”

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