Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 616

Not only that, but he had the nerve to humiliate Camila with the foulest words. He sneered that she was here tonight just to snag herself a sugar daddy, called her washed-up, used goods, and even threw in words like “homewrecker” and “tramp.”

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he declared, “Stick with me, sweetheart, and you’ll have it made!”

Larry Adams didn’t bother sugarcoating anything—he went ahead and repeated everything Jonathan Allen had said, word for word, in front of everyone. No filter. No hesitation.

Camila Davis’s expression immediately tightened.

She hadn't expected Larry to just blurt out the whole story so bluntly, right in front of everyone.

Instinctively, she glanced at Dennis Williams. She could sense the tension radiating off him—it was like the temperature in the room had just dropped to freezing.

The atmosphere, already on edge, suddenly felt suffocating. People from the Brown family and their guests could hardly breathe, the pressure was so thick.

Even those standing farther away felt their hearts skip a beat, a chill running down their spines.

For the first time, they saw Dennis Williams exude this kind of terrifying presence, his cold eyes sending a silent warning. It was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

A thought crept into everyone’s mind:

Mr. Williams is mad.

Some folks, sharp-eared, caught the name “Camila” in Larry’s story.

Camila? Who’s that?

Just as the crowd was buzzing with confusion, Camila Davis grabbed the hem of Dennis’s jacket, her voice urgent and pleading. “Let’s just go, okay? All that stuff he said, it doesn’t matter—I don’t care. Let’s just leave.”

If they slipped out now, before anyone figured out what was going on between them, by tomorrow the whole incident would blow over and people would find something else to gossip about.

Her relationship with Dennis was their own business; there was no need to broadcast it here, or drag him into the mess of small-town rumors.

Dennis knew her well. The anxious look on her face told him exactly what she was thinking.

But how could he just let it go, after the way she’d been treated?

He hadn’t brought her to Cabinda to have her whispered about and slandered. The woman he wanted to cherish was being humiliated right under his nose.

No way was he letting it slide.

Dennis turned to Camila, his expression serious but gentle. “You might not care, but I do. Remember what I promised you?”

He lowered his voice, so only she could hear. “I said I’d never let anyone hurt you again. That wasn’t just talk.”

He hesitated, regret in his eyes. “I was late getting here—that’s on me. But if I walk away now, what kind of man would that make me?”

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