He grinned smugly after he finished speaking.
Camila Davis looked at that self-satisfied face of his, but her expression barely changed.
Beg Jordan Smith for help?
Please. She’d already decided she didn’t even want Jordan Smith anymore—why on earth would she stoop to beg his lapdog?
Sure, she’d been a little pathetic in the past. All the feelings she’d poured in had just gone to waste.
But at least she still had her dignity—she knew when to cut her losses.
She gave him a look of pure pity. “You’re right, I’m not as good as you. Takes real talent to be the kind of bootlicker you are—honestly, it’s impressive. So go ahead, keep clinging to your pathetic little crush, keep defending Sandra Taylor like a loyal puppy. Let’s see how long you have to wait before she even bothers to look your way.
And, for the record? Jordan Smith didn’t dump me. I left him. Because I finally realized he was a mess, alright?”
She didn’t bother sticking around to see his reaction. Camila scooped up little Lillian and walked out without looking back.
Behind her, Lucas Smith was left fuming, completely baffled. “Camila! What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
What did she mean, she left Jordan because he was a mess?
There was no way—absolutely no way she’d ever give up on his brother. Everyone who knew her knew she’d loved Jordan Smith to the point of obsession. No way she’d ever let go. She was just bluffing. Had to be.
—
Once Camila left the Smith family mansion, she took Lillian and headed home.
Lucas’s little scene hadn’t rattled her at all.
If anything, she just felt a pang about the old locket her grandma had given her—that had been taken away. That stung a little.
But she didn’t regret it. This divorce had to happen.

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