My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 198: Cammy’s Fury (2)

Cammy’s chest heaved with emotion as she looked up at her mother, eyes burning with fury.

Monica stood over her, hands on her hips, her face a mask of frustration and something darker.

"What do you want me to do, Cammy?" Monica’s voice was low, seething with bitterness. "You were ready to give everything to Duncan just so you could have full custody of Dylan! You were willing to throw away everything, your own integrity, just to take him from his father!

You’re too damn selfish to share him, to think about anyone but yourself! And now you’re standing here, making this scene, blaming me when it’s you who’s destroyed everything."

Her words struck with the force of a slap, but Monica wasn’t done. Her voice rose, the venom dripping from each syllable.

"Just because of that, just because you want to be the only parent Dylan has, you’re willing to lose everything! CorEx... Our company... You’re willing to lose it all—and leave me and your father with nothing!"

The silence between them was suffocating, charged with the weight of Monica’s words. The anger that had been bubbling in Cammy’s chest now felt like fire, burning her from the inside out.

But there was something else there too—something colder, something calculating. Cammy’s mind was racing, but her voice remained steady, measured.

"You know what?" she said, standing slowly, the energy between them crackling like lightning. "I think you’re right. I am selfish. But unlike you, I’m willing to face the consequences of my choices.

You, on the other hand—you’re willing to sell your own daughter out just to keep a grip on a life that isn’t even real. You think you’re winning, but you’re already losing everything that matters."

Monica’s eyes flashed with fury, but there was a hint of uncertainty there too—something cracked, something broken. She opened her mouth to retort, but the words failed her. The silence that followed was heavy, each of them grappling with a truth they didn’t want to face.

Cammy’s breath lashed as tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. The pain in her chest twisted tighter with every passing second.

Images flashed in her mind—Grace’s expression while delivering her the bad news, legal documents, Duncan’s cold stare, and the betrayal etched into black ink. Her voice cracked as the fury took over.

"I saw it, Mom," she spat, trembling. "I read the sworn statement you gave the court. You sided with Duncan. You made my own doctor stand against me. How much did he pay you both to sell me out like that?!"

Her voice echoed off the concrete walls around them, raw and thunderous. But Monica didn’t flinch.

"Oh, please," Monica scoffed, folding her arms with an air of condescension. "Are you really going to stand there and act like anything I said wasn’t true?"

Her voice grew sharper, colder. "You were depressed, Cammy. Delusional. Emotionally unstable. You had no grip on reality. And then, like a madwoman, you handed CorEx to Duncan—just like that!—in exchange for your son’s full custody. What’s wrong with getting shared custody anyway? That’s not maternal instinct. That’s insanity."

Cammy’s jaw clenched, her fists shaking, but Monica pressed on, her voice climbing like a crescendo of contempt.

"You don’t deserve to make decisions about your father’s company. You never did. I agreed with Duncan because he’s competent. He’s a strategist. He’s reviving CorEx from the grave you were ready to bury it in.

He’s giving us the life we deserve—the income, the prestige, the power. All of which would’ve vanished the moment you took the reins."

Monica took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with something dark and bitter. "If I hadn’t done what I did, CorEx would be nothing but a memory by now. You would’ve dragged it through the mud and taken me with you. You would’ve destroyed everything your father built... everything he protected."

Cammy’s heart pounded against her ribs like a war drum. Her nails dug into her palms, her breath ragged as her mother’s words crashed down on her like tidal waves of betrayal.

Then she snapped.

"You have no idea what I’m capable of!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fire. "You never even tried to know me! All you ever saw was what you feared I’d become—not who I really am."

Monica’s lips parted, but she said nothing. For the first time, a flicker of something unfamiliar passed through her expression—doubt, maybe. Or fear.

Cammy took a step forward, eyes burning through her mother like wildfire.

"You gave Duncan everything. You took away my power, my voice, my dignity. But I swear to you, Mom... I will take it all back. And when I do, you’ll regret ever thinking I wasn’t enough."

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension between them was so thick it was suffocating.

This wasn’t just a family feud anymore. It was war.

Cammy’s chest rose and fell as she tried to steady her breathing. Her heart was still thundering, but a new emotion was starting to surface beneath the rage: clarity. And with it came a different kind of weight—a truth she could no longer ignore.

She looked up at Monica, her voice quieter now, but just as intense. There was no screaming this time—just sharp, deliberate words that cut deeper than any shout.

"There’s one more thing," Cammy said, her voice like ice cracking beneath pressure.

Monica stiffened.

Cammy stepped forward, locking eyes with the woman who had been a stranger in the disguise of her mother. "Richard Cross. You remember him, don’t you?"

Monica’s face didn’t change—at least not at first. But Cammy saw the flicker. A shadow behind the eyes. A pause that lasted half a second too long.

Cammy continued, her voice trembling now—but not with fear. With restrained fury. "He told me things. Things I wasn’t ready to hear at first. But the more I look at you... the more I look at myself... the more it makes sense."

Monica’s arms slowly dropped to her sides. Her face paled.

Cammy took another step, now standing so close that Monica had no choice but to face the words coming next.

"Is he my father, Mom?" she whispered. "Is Richard Cross my biological father?"