Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 152

Camila Davis hadn’t expected this, not at all.

She’d figured the divorce talk would come from Jordan. But Barbara Jones? That was a surprise.

Then again, it made sense. Barbara had never liked her—Camila could practically hear her mother-in-law’s thoughts: the sooner Camila was out of the Smiths’ family home, the better.

Maybe if she couldn’t get anywhere with Jordan, she could try getting through Barbara. If things went smoothly, she’d save herself a world of trouble.

Camila squared her shoulders. “Alright. Where do you want to talk?”

Barbara led her into a side room, one of those fancy sitting rooms with a coffee bar and a view of the garden.

Once inside, Barbara pulled out a stack of papers—clearly prepared in advance—and slid them across the table with a smirk. Her tone was sharp, almost mocking. “So, I heard you told Jordan you’d walk away with nothing, but you wanted full custody of Lillian? Let me make something clear: the terms you want? We don’t agree.”

Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “Camila, what makes you think you deserve anything? You married into the Smith family, lived in our house, ate our food, wore the clothes and jewelry my mother-in-law gave you—and you think there’s no price for all that?”

Camila met her stare, cold as ice. She could hear the accusation behind Barbara’s words.

“So what are you saying?” Camila asked, voice even.

Barbara looked down her nose at her. “You’re not walking away empty-handed. You owe us, Camila. You need to compensate the Smith family.”

Camila almost laughed. She’d known the Smiths could be shameless, but they never failed to outdo themselves.

“Mrs. Smith, are you serious right now? All those years married to Jordan, the only ‘luxuries’ I ever got were some hand-me-downs from your mother. I worked my butt off, raised Lillian, kept my job, built my own business. What did you and Jordan ever give me, exactly?”

She let the question hang in the air. “And for the record, I never took a single thing from that house. Everything you mentioned? Still there. Meanwhile, Jordan’s the one who cheated—with Sandra Taylor, no less. He broke his vows. I could be suing him for emotional damages, but I’m not. And now you want me to pay you?! Are you out of your mind?”

Barbara barely blinked at the outburst.

“You lived in our house, slept under our roof, ate our food. That’s payment enough. So, you want your freedom? Fine. Sign this, and pay the Smith family five million dollars. Then you can go.”

Camila stared at her like she’d sprouted a second head.

“Five million? Are you kidding me?” Now it was clear—Barbara didn’t just want her gone. She wanted her ruined.

Camila’s anger snapped. She tore the divorce papers in half and threw the scraps at Barbara.

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