Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 645

When Camila Davis saw the latest Twitter notification, any trace of sleepiness vanished in an instant. Her mind started spinning with a million questions.

What the hell is Jordan Smith doing???

Technically, she’d cut all ties with the Smith family, left Harrisburg for good, and had every right to ignore Jordan Smith’s existence altogether.

But now, the internet was buzzing about how he’d shown up at her old place—just standing there, staring up at her apartment window. What was that supposed to mean?

What on earth was Jordan Smith trying to pull???

Trying to ignore the disgust twisting in her stomach, Camila tapped into the post.

The first thing she saw was a photo of Jordan, standing outside her old apartment complex in Harrisburg, his head tilted back, gazing up.

Given the angle, it was obvious he was looking at her old floor—at her old home.

No wonder the tabloids were losing their minds, claiming he was “pining for his ex-wife.”

Camila scrolled down, her face darkening.

Of course, the media was eating it up, writing headlines like, “Jordan Smith Secretly Visits Ex—Old Feelings Still There?” like they were desperate for drama.

As if that man was some kind of hopeless romantic. The very thought made Camila want to gag.

Old feelings? Please. When did Jordan Smith ever have feelings for her?

These people would really write anything for clicks…

She was about to close the app, already over it, but her finger slipped and she landed in the comments section.

And there it was—a flood of replies from strangers, all shouting into the void:

“Camila, RUN!”

“Never go back to your ex, especially if he’s trash. You know who I mean.”

“Ms. Davis, you deserve better!”

“What’s Jordan trying to prove? Everyone knows he cheated during the engagement party with his so-called ‘first love.’ Now he misses his ex-wife? Give me a break.”

“Does he have no shame? Leave Ms. Davis alone, for God’s sake!”

“‘Old feelings’? Please. If he ever cared, he wouldn’t have cheated, wouldn’t have divorced her, wouldn’t have let her raise their daughter alone!”

“Exactly!”

“That man’s a lost cause. Ms. Davis, don’t even look back.”

“Right? Plus, his leg’s busted now—what does he have to offer?”

“Wild theory: what if this ‘broken CEO’ can’t have kids anymore, and now he wants to fight for custody of Camila’s little girl?”

“Ugh! That’s even worse! Why doesn’t he just go shack up with Sandra Taylor for good?”

Dennis just skimmed it and closed the page, clearly unimpressed.

But Larry wasn’t done—his messages kept coming, each one more frantic than the last.

“Bro, I know you and Camila are together now, but you can’t let your guard down!”

“Look, this is a crisis in the making. You have to keep an eye on her!”

“Don’t let that scumbag sniff around your girl or her kid!”

“I mean it, you saw how dirty the Smiths played back in Harrisburg!”

“Are you even awake?!”

“Dennis, Dennis, wake up! Answer me, man!”

Dennis, half-awake and totally unbothered, typed back coolly, “If you’ve got so much free time, maybe try reading some actual work files for once instead of obsessing over gossip.”

As soon as he hit send, Larry called him—voice and all.

“Dude, how is this gossip? I’m just looking out for you! Doesn’t any of this worry you?”

Dennis, still groggy, replied, “No need. Camila and I are solid. Some washed-up loser from her past? Not worth my time.”

Larry sputtered, trying to find words. “I mean, yeah, sure… but Lillian is… you know, there’s that old saying—blood is thicker than water!”