Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 95

“Jordan Smith, who’s the real restless one here? Do you even have any shame? Try laying a finger on me again and I’ll call the cops, I mean it!”

Camila’s voice shook with anger, but underneath it all, a thin thread of fear ran through her.

The man in front of her… he felt like a stranger.

Ever since she met him, Jordan had always been calm, composed, even cold.

But now, there was something dark and fierce about him—it scared her.

Jordan hadn’t expected to get slapped. His handsome face stung, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek where she’d hit him.

She just hit me?

His eyes blazed, turning an even colder shade of steel.

Taking advantage of his stunned silence, Camila jumped to her feet and put as much space between them as she could, quickly scrubbing the side of her face as if she could erase his touch.

She didn’t even know if he’d managed to kiss her in the chaos, and the thought that he might’ve kissed Sandra Taylor with that same mouth made her skin crawl.

Jordan’s temper finally snapped. His voice was icy. “Camila, you’re still my wife. I’m just trying to fulfill my marital duties and you’re threatening to call the cops?”

Camila stared at him, her tone just as cold. “Not for long, Jordan. Just sign the divorce papers already! Then you can go run to Sandra Taylor all you want—the two of you are perfect for each other. You’ve already spent enough nights away from home, right? If you have needs, go to her. Don’t act like this is the first time.”

She spun on her heel and stormed upstairs.

Jordan clenched his jaw so tightly it hurt.

This woman… so generous with her words.

But for some reason, that only made him feel worse—an unbearable, gnawing anger he couldn’t explain.

—

The first thing Camila did after locking herself in her bedroom was head straight for the shower.

She scrubbed herself, determined to wash off the scent of whiskey—and of him. She didn’t want a trace of it left.

By the time she stepped out, it was late. She peeked in on Lillian.

Her little girl was fast asleep, her face soft and innocent, cheeks pink, hair slightly messy, smelling faintly of baby powder and vanilla. Camila’s heart melted.

Just for a moment, all the darkness of the day faded away.

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