Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 239

After letting Jordan Smith know about the update, Barbara Jones dialed Sandra Taylor’s number to share the good news. “The place has a great vibe,” she teased, “Just depends if you know how to make the most of the opportunity. Don’t worry, there’s no one around to spy on you.”

Sandra’s heart leaped with excitement, but she kept her tone reserved and sweet. “Thanks, Camila. I’ll try to get along well with Jordan.”

That evening, Jordan Smith and Sandra Taylor arrived at the Silver Brook Homestead spa, one after the other.

Barbara Jones and her group deliberately hung back, claiming their car had “broken down” and they’d be late. “Don’t wait up for us, just go ahead and have dinner,” they texted.

Jordan didn’t seem to mind. He led Sandra to the restaurant.

They got a private booth.

Over dinner, Sandra looked a bit downcast, going through several glasses of wine in quick succession.

Jordan noticed and leaned in, concerned. “Hey, what’s wrong? You seem kinda down.”

Sandra hesitated, unsure whether to say anything. But she couldn’t hold it in. “Today’s… the anniversary of my divorce,” she admitted quietly. “I keep remembering what I went through—getting hit, all those nightmares. I figured if I just got drunk tonight and passed out, maybe I’d forget everything for a while.”

Jordan’s brow furrowed, his voice suddenly serious. “You were abused? What happened?”

She’d mentioned before that they broke up because of his mom’s interference, but never that she had married someone else.

Part of him had avoided asking, not wanting to be jealous or lose control. But hearing she’d been hurt, he couldn’t hold back.

Sandra’s gaze dropped. “After we broke up and I moved away, I met someone. He chased after me, and I kept saying no, but one night when I was drunk, he…” She trailed off, swallowing. “I ended up pregnant. I married him because I had to, but he was a mess—always out partying, drinking, and when he came home, he’d take it all out on me.”

“At first, I stuck it out for Daniel. But then I realized if I didn’t leave, I might not survive. So I divorced him and came back home.”

Her eyes shimmered, her face full of pain—she looked completely genuine.

Jordan’s chest ached. He’d never imagined she’d gone through something like this.

After a moment, he softened, his voice gentle as a whisper. “It’s over now. You’re safe here. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Sandra’s hands trembled as she reached for his. “I know I shouldn’t be scared anymore, but I can’t help it… Jordan, could you stay with me? If you’re here tonight, maybe I can finally let go. From now on, I just want to be with you and Daniel—maybe we can build something together, make our families’ businesses stronger, and I’ll always stand by your side.”

Jordan’s heart melted—he couldn’t say no. “Of course. But don’t drink too much, okay? It’s not good for you.”

Sandra smiled, brushing it off. “It’s just wine, it’s light. I won’t get drunk. It’s just for tonight. I’ll be fine.”

Despite her words, as the evening wore on, her eyes grew hazy, her cheeks flushed with a tipsy glow, her smile turning a little more mischievous.

She excused herself. “I’m just going to the restroom to wash my hands.”

But as soon as she stood, she stumbled, nearly losing her balance.

Jordan was quick, catching her before she fell.

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