My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 64: A Comforting Embrace

When Cammy thought that it was the worst thing that could happen that day, oh boy she was wrong. The worst was yet to come.

"Cammy, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t just stand there." The man’s frustration spilled over as he turned his attention back to Ric, only to suddenly grab Cammy’s arm. The movement was so quick that Ric didn’t even have time to react.

"We’re going home. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do!" he snapped, his grip tightening like a vice around her arm.

Before Cammy could process the situation, a calm yet commanding voice cut through the chaos.

"What’s going on here?"

Cammy’s breath hitched, and her eyes widened in disbelief. That voice—it was unmistakable. Turning toward the source, she saw her: the woman whose face was plastered all over TV screens and internet headlines. The woman she never imagined she’d meet in person this soon.

"Let me go, Duncan, we are done!" Cammy finally mustered the courage to speak, the same courage that had driven her to flee their vacation house that fateful night.

"We are not done!" Duncan shot back. "Let’s go home and talk about this." He reached for her arm, but Annie stepped in, blocking him.

"Home? She doesn’t have a home!" Annie sneered. "Can’t you see, babe? She tricked you into thinking she was dead! She’s nothing but a liar."

"Shut up!" Duncan’s sharp yell caught everyone off guard—Annie, Cammy, even Ric.

"Hon, please," Duncan’s tone softened as he glanced around at the onlookers. "People are staring. I’m sure you have a good reason for all of this. Just tell me—where’s Dylan?" He extended his hand toward her, his voice now almost pleading.

But Cammy was not falling for it. It was the same old tactic that he used on her for years whenever they had a fight to diffuse her anger. She will not let Duncan manipulate her again.

"He’s somewhere safe, Duncan. Leave me alone! Go live your life with your mistress—I hope you both end up miserable together!" Cammy spat, her voice trembling with both anger and pain. She turned to walk away, but she didn’t get far.

"Ahh!" she cried out as a sharp pain shot through her scalp. Annie had yanked her hair backward, forcing Cammy to stumble.

"How dare you call me a mistress!" Annie shrieked, her face twisted with fury. "I’m his fiancée now because you faked your death and probably kidnapped Dylan! And I’ll make sure you stay dead, you bitch!" She tightened her grip, her nails digging into Cammy’s scalp.

Ric moved quickly, grabbing Annie’s arms in an attempt to break her hold. "Let go of her!" he demanded, his voice a mix of panic and anger. But Annie refused, keeping her grip firm as if her life depended on it.

"What the hell are you doing? Let her go!" Duncan shouted, stepping forward. Without thinking, he aimed a punch at Ric, his frustration boiling over.

But the punch never connected. Two strong hands suddenly gripped Duncan’s and Annie’s shoulders, their vice-like hold making both flinch in pain. Duncan froze, his raised fist faltering, and Annie immediately released Cammy’s hair, recoiling to tend to her own discomfort.

"What’s going on here?" a deep, authoritative voice demanded, sending a wave of tension rippling through the chaotic scene. Cammy rubbed her scalp, her breathing ragged as she turned toward the newcomer, her eyes widening in recognition.

"Now, now," Greg said with an unnervingly calm but stern tone, a polite smile gracing his face. "We’re at a prestigious event sponsored by our company, with children and their parents watching. Let’s act civilized, shall we?" His grip on Duncan and Annie’s shoulders loosened before he finally released them.

Duncan and Annie stepped back, rubbing their sore shoulders, and their anger momentarily quelled after looking around and seeing more and more people were watching them. Greg nonchalantly dusted off his shirt, exuding an air of effortless composure as he turned to face Cammy. She stood frozen, her shock painfully obvious—not just from seeing Greg here but from how easily he had subdued the chaos.

"Are you hurt?" Greg asked gently, his voice snapping her out of her daze. He lifted his hand in an attempt to fix Cammy’s hair. "Let me help you fix that, you went here without waiting for the hair and make-up artists that I hired for you."

Cammy quickly smoothed her disheveled hair and lowered her gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment. This was the last situation she’d wanted Greg to witness. "No, I’m fine," she murmured softly.

"Good," Greg replied with a satisfied nod. Without another word, he closed the distance between them with purposeful strides. Before Cammy could process what was happening, he wrapped his left arm securely around her waist, anchoring her in place. His right hand came up to cup her face, his touch both firm and tender.

And then, in front of the stunned crowd, he kissed her—deeply and passionately. The world seemed to pause as gasps rippled through the onlookers. Cammy’s mind raced, torn between the surrealness of the moment and the undeniable intensity of Greg’s actions.

She wasn’t sure what came over her, but instead of pulling away, she responded with equal affection, her lips moving in sync with his.

The tables had turned, and now it was Duncan and Annie who stood frozen in shock, utterly speechless. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to react to this unexpected display.

Meanwhile, Ric watched the scene unfold with clenched fists and a jaw so tight it ached. His eyes burned with suppressed anger as he glared at Greg. Be thankful this is Dylan’s school, Greg, or things would be different. Enjoy your moment—it won’t last long. I won’t let Cammy stay with you for good, Ric fumed silently.

When Greg finally broke the kiss, he didn’t step away. Instead, he slid to Cammy’s side, keeping a firm yet protective hold on her waist. His calm demeanor remained as he fixed a cold, unwavering gaze on Duncan.

"Ms. Tucker," Greg began, addressing Annie directly, "please inform your legal team that mine will be filing charges against you for unjust vexation and physical assault. I’ll ensure my girlfriend’s scalp is examined thoroughly, and I suggest you pray she hasn’t sustained any injuries—because if she has, the charges will only get worse."

"Your girlfriend?" Duncan snapped, his voice sounding with fury. His hands curled into fists, his rage barely contained as he glared at Greg.

"You heard me, Mr. Veston," Greg said smoothly. "My girlfriend—and soon-to-be wife. As for you, expect your divorce papers when you get home. I believe they’ve already been delivered. Oh, and one more thing," he added, pointing to a nearby wall. "This entire incident has been recorded. We’ll be using it as evidence in court."

With that, Greg leaned down and placed a brief kiss on Cammy’s head before turning his attention back to her. "Let’s go, Love. Dylan must be hungry. You’re getting chicken wings for him, right?"

Cammy nodded quickly, taking the plate from a nearby server who had been silently observing the scene. Together, she and Greg made their way back to the field.

"Cammy! Don’t you dare walk away from me!" Duncan exclaimed as he walked towards Cammy but he was immediately stopped by Ric.

"Mr. Veston, people are watching. I think it is best to just let it go today. You don’t want to be the topic of gossip in the business community right?" Ric urged, knowing that Duncan valued his reputation a lot.

Duncan clenched his jaw and took a deep breath before walking in the opposite direction with Annie.