Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 733

After making their pact, the two finished dinner and headed straight for the club.

Sarah Brown, ever the generous one, ordered a whole table of drinks.

She could tell Larry Adams had something weighing on his mind. But since he didn’t want to talk, she didn’t push. Instead, she drank with him in companionable silence.

One round after another, they drank until eventually they were just downing straight from the bottles.

Maybe it was the alcohol loosening him up, or maybe it was the silence pressing in on them, but eventually Larry started to talk.

“My mother’s memorial is coming up,” he muttered. “And what’s The Adams Family doing? Not a shred of guilt—no, they’re busy throwing a birthday bash for that woman instead.”

A bitter, mocking smile twisted his lips. “They’re planning some extravagant party—inviting every big name in Cabinda, all to celebrate her birthday.”

Sarah stared at him, stunned.

She hadn’t realized—his mother’s death anniversary was the same day as his stepmother’s birthday.

And The Adams Family wanted to make a spectacle out of it, throwing a lavish celebration for that woman?

How could they do that to Larry and his mother?

Did they really have no conscience at all?

Anger simmered in Sarah’s chest. She glanced at Larry’s expressionless face, struggling to find the right words to comfort him.

He was obviously the one hurting the most. No wonder he’d seemed off all night.

Larry poured himself another drink, his voice low and rough. “Back then, I believed them. I thought my mother had really almost killed that woman. That’s why I stayed hidden away in Harrisburg for years.

Every year, when her birthday rolled around, I felt so guilty I didn’t even dare visit my mother’s grave in broad daylight.

I always had to sneak there, like I was doing something shameful.

And it went on like that for years, until I found out the truth—my mother never hurt anyone.

It was all their lies. Can you imagine how absurd that is?

The real victim is buried in the ground, slandered and unable to rest in peace, while they celebrate every year like nothing happened.

How ironic is that?

It’s as if they’re saying, ‘Good riddance—now we can celebrate in peace.’”

Sarah felt a knot of anger and sadness in her chest, her heart burning with indignation.

“That’s just vile! What kind of people do that? They’re no better than animals!”

She took a shaky breath, then tried to comfort him. “Larry, don’t let them get to you. People who do such awful things will pay for it eventually. Karma catches up with everyone who hurts others.”

For a moment, Larry seemed lost in thought. Then a cold, steely look flashed in his eyes. “Yeah. They’ll pay.

I’ll make sure of it.”

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