My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 27: The Twins’ Ashes

"Slow down, Ellie! I can’t understand a word you’re saying," Cammy exclaimed, trying to grasp the situation.

[I’ll send you a link!] Ellie replied, quickly sending it over.

Cammy watched the video and her eyes widened. She quickly composed herself, aware that Ric was just a few steps away. "I see..." she said to Ellie. "Ric and I are moving some furniture from my landlord. Can I call you back? We’re halfway up the stairs."

She remembered what Greg said that night, ’[So why not do the same as part of your revenge? Let me help you...]’, ’Help ME on my revenge? Looks like YOU wanted your own revenge too! Freaking liar!’

Ellie just showed her a video of Annie Tucker announcing that she had called off her wedding with Greg. Remembering Greg’s state that night–his drinking and wounded knuckles, made her think that he just wanted to use her for his revenge as well.

[Alright, but Cammy, seriously, don’t go back here or reach out to that guy. He’s dangerous, and we don’t know his intentions. He probably recognized you that night. He must have known that you are the wife of his fiancee’s lover,] Ellie warned.

"Okay, Ellie. I’ll talk to you later." Cammy quickly grabbed the chairs again and caught up with Ric and Eve.

"What was that about?" Ric asked, sounding curious.

"Oh, nothing. Ellie was just showing me some space-saving furniture she thought I’d like," Cammy answered, hoping he hadn’t noticed her initial reaction and would believe her excuse.

"You’re all set!" Eve chimed in, thankfully, lightening the mood. "Just bring your clothes, grab a few kitchen essentials, and you’ll be good to go."

"Thank you so much, Eve. I’m really excited to be neighbors with you," Cammy said with a smile.

"Oh, this isn’t free, though," Eve teased. "You owe me lunch or dinner once you move in. No backing out—mark your calendar! Anyway, I’ll leave you two now. Gotta get back to work. Ciao!"

After Eve left, Cammy and Ric began packing up their things, getting ready to head out. The Veston’s vacation house was a three-hour drive north of Dalton City, in the opposite direction of Pearl Resort.

Thanks to clear roads and Ric driving a bit faster, they arrived in less than three hours. Cammy directed him to park at the far end of the property to avoid drawing any attention.

As she reached for the car door handle, Ric gently grabbed her arm. "Wait... Are you sure it’s safe for you to be here? What if the staff tells Duncan you’re still alive?" he asked, concerned.

"Don’t worry," Cammy reassured him. "Our staff take their days off on Tuesdays and Wednesdays since we’re usually here on the weekends. Only one person stays during these days, and I’m sure once I explain everything, she’ll understand and will keep quiet."

Ric let out a sigh and released her arm, knowing there was no stopping her. This was something Cammy needed to do to find peace.

As Cammy entered through the back gate, she spotted a woman slightly older than her, tending to the garden. The woman had her back turned and didn’t hear her approach.

Cammy took a deep breath and softly called out, "Hermie..." The woman turned to face her, eyes widening in shock. She stumbled backward, falling to the ground, a mixture of confusion and fear in her expression—understandable, since everyone believed Cammy was dead.

"M-Madam!" Hermie stammered, making the sign of the cross, convinced she was seeing a ghost.

"Hermie, I’m not dead. I’m alive, and so is Dylan," Cammy said gently, stepping closer and offering her hand to help Hermie up.

"B-But we saw it on the news! Your name was listed among the passengers who didn’t survive!" Hermie exclaimed, still shaken.

"Yes, but it was a mix-up. Someone else boarded that plane in our place. But listen, I need you to keep this a secret. Don’t tell anyone—not even your family—and especially not Duncan. Do you understand?" Cammy ordered firmly.

"B-But Madam, Mr. Veston is going to marry the supermodel if you don’t let him know you’re alive!" Hermie exclaimed, shocked.

"About that... Were the staff aware that my husband was cheating on me? I caught them together in our bedroom the night of the crash," Cammy revealed calmly.

Hermie swallowed hard and lowered her head, unsure how to respond. Cammy had been the one to hire all the staff, as Duncan was too preoccupied with his business, leaving her to handle the household.

"It’s alright, you can tell me. I won’t hold it against you. It’s out in the open now anyway," Cammy reassured her, gently urging her to speak. freewebnσvel.cøm

Hermie suddenly broke down in tears, dropping to her knees in front of Cammy, catching her completely off guard. Cammy had expected her to lie or make excuses, but instead, Hermie was overwhelmed with guilt.

"I’m so sorry, Madam!" Hermie sobbed. "Mr. Veston threatened us. He said he’d make sure our families would suffer if you ever found out that he’d been bringing different women here. The supermodel wasn’t the only one.

We were terrified. He made us sign an agreement, saying we’d all go to jail if we violated the agreement. I’m truly sorry. Unlike other employers, you’ve been so good to us, giving us these jobs and treating us kindly. But we couldn’t tell you—we would’ve lost everything. Our children would’ve gone hungry.

I know we don’t deserve your forgiveness. Madam, please... hit me if you must. I deserve it!" Hermie wailed, consumed with guilt.

Cammy gently placed a hand on Hermie’s shoulder and said softly, "Hermie, please stand up. And stop crying, there’s no need for that."

Hermie rose to her feet, sniffling and wiping away her tear-streaked face. "You’re not angry with us? With me?" she asked hesitantly.

"Even if I get angry, it wouldn’t change anything. What’s done is done, and neither of us can undo it. We’ve both been through difficult situations, so let’s just move forward. His infidelity is already out in the open, and I’ll handle that when the time is right.

But I came here for a different reason. On the night of the plane crash, I left in a rush and unfortunately left behind an urn in the living room, on the console table. It contains my twins’ ashes. Have you seen it?" Cammy asked, getting straight to the point.

Hermie thought hard, trying to remember. "Is it the rose gold urn with a pink lid and a French flower engraving?"

"Yes, that’s the one! Have you seen it?" Cammy asked, her voice filled with hope.

Hermie paused, taking in Cammy’s hopeful expression. They had heard from the butler about their Madam’s premature delivery and the loss of the twins, but no one knew she had brought their ashes with her that night—or that, in the shock of discovering her husband’s betrayal, she had left them behind.

"I haven’t seen it myself, but the driver mentioned an urn and described it exactly like that," Hermie replied.

"What else did he say?" Cammy asked, anxiety creeping in as her mind filled with worst-case scenarios. She could only hope for the least terrible outcome.

"I only overheard him talking to Mr. Veston. Let me call him and find out what happened to the urn," Hermie offered.

Cammy nodded, immediately sending a silent prayer that the urn was safe and that no one had discarded her twins’ ashes.