Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 133

Lucas Smith was yelling, absolutely convinced he was in the right.

Camila Davis had zero patience left for this idiot.

She gave a cold, sarcastic laugh. “Lucas Smith, did you buy your college degrees on eBay or something? Want me to give you a crash course in family law? Yes, I did ask for a divorce, but until the paperwork is actually finalized, my marriage to Jordan Smith is still valid in the eyes of the law.

Which means, right now, I still have every right to live here, and Lillian still has her place in the Smith family.

So, who do you think you are, trying to kick us out?”

Lucas’s face twisted with anger at her defiance. “Have you no shame? Running around with all those guys, and still mooching off Jordan, living in his house like you own the place?

And what about that boyfriend of yours, Walter Wilson? Isn’t he loaded? Can’t even get you a place to stay?”

Maybe it was the sheer hostility in his voice, but Lightning, the family’s big German Shepherd, immediately sensed something was off. He started barking furiously at Lucas, ready to pounce.

Little Lillian could tell Lucas meant trouble too. She clung tightly to her mom’s skirt, her knuckles white.

Camila gently patted her daughter’s head, soothing her. Her eyes, though, were icy as she stared Lucas down.

“Do you even hear yourself? It was Jordan Smith and Sandra Taylor sneaking around first. You saw it, and now you’re here twisting the facts... What, trying to play knight in shining armor for Sandra?”

Her voice dripped with mockery. “Lucas, I gotta say, I’ve never seen anyone simp this hard. You’re a real piece of work!

But newsflash: Sandra Taylor only has eyes for Jordan. Has she ever even looked at you twice?

Honestly, you’re like a little lapdog, yapping and jumping to defend her.”

Her words hit him right where it hurt.

Lucas lost it, his eyes going bloodshot, looking like he might snap any second.

“Who’re you calling a lapdog? You think I won’t—!”

With a furious sweep of his arm, he sent everything on the coffee table—cups of coffee, a plate of half-eaten brownies, a stack of magazines—flying toward Camila and Lillian.

Camila hadn’t expected him to go full psycho. She grabbed Lillian and dodged, heart pounding.

The housekeeper and butler, both pale, rushed over. “Lucas, please, calm down!”

But Lucas was way past calm. If he couldn’t throw Camila out today, he’d make damn sure she never felt comfortable here again.

He tore through the living room, smashing vases, knocking over framed family photos, sweeping stacks of mail and leftover pizza boxes onto the floor.

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