Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 27

Camila Davis honestly couldn’t care less about Jordan Smith’s money.

But Sarah was right—she had to think of Lillian.

The next thing on her list: find a therapist for Lillian.

Therapy costs a fortune.

There was no way she’d let Nora Lewis mess with her precious girl ever again.

Camila replied, “Alright.”

After that, Sarah Brown didn’t text back.

With a little free time, Camila remembered the mysterious therapist her best friend had once mentioned.

Days had gone by and Sarah hadn’t messaged, which probably meant she couldn’t find anything, either.

So, Camila decided to take matters into her own hands and started searching online.

But this person was seriously under the radar. Not even a whisper of info—no website, no social, nothing.

“Maybe I’m searching in the wrong place?” she thought.

She switched gears, digging through military sites and old-school forums.

After nearly an hour, she finally stumbled onto a post on a well-known veterans’ forum.

It was just a few lines, but what a résumé:

**“Official therapist for the National Peacekeeping Forces and Special Ops Units.”**

**“Provided therapy for the President of Solenia, curing a decade-long battle with nightmares and depression!”**

**“The richest man in Avalor paid a king’s ransom to hire him for his son, who’d been nonverbal for nine years—and he was cured!”**

**“Personal healer to international superstar Elizabeth Taylor!”**

Just a handful of details, but enough to show this guy was the real deal.

Unfortunately, there was zero info on how to actually contact him.

Still, Camila caught two important details:

He’d helped a child recover from nine years of autism.

And he’d treated a world-famous actress.

Military records were classified, but there were plenty of news stories about Elizabeth Taylor and that boy.

She started with the child—the family had tried every top doctor in the country with no luck.

Camila was disappointed, but she wasn’t about to give up.

She’d find a way. She had to.

With new determination, she organized everything she’d found into a neat document.

Just as she finished, Sarah Brown’s name popped up on her phone.

“Camila, I’ve got the divorce agreement ready. Check it out—I had my friend add a bunch of stuff in your favor.

Lillian’s college fund, therapy costs, compensation for Jordan being a lousy dad, damages for wasting your time, cheating, emotional distress, alimony—the whole works.”

Sarah rattled off the list, then added seriously, “Look, we don’t care about that jerk’s money, but you can’t let him off easy. Every penny counts—this is for you and Lillian’s future. Make him pay up. Otherwise, he’ll just blow it all on some other woman!”

Camila didn’t hesitate. “No need to check—I trust you.”

Sarah always had her back. Camila didn’t even need to read the fine print.

Once it was printed, all she had to do was wait for Jordan Smith to come home and sign.

She was tired—too tired to keep tearing herself apart over a man’s betrayal.

And she’d never let her daughter get hurt by his selfishness, not for a second.

It was time to end this, once and for all.