My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 67: Spare Me

Everything seemed to go smoothly after the awarding ceremony. Duncan had left as soon as they stepped off the stage, giving Cammy the space to relax and enjoy the rest of the event—or so it seemed.

"Mommy, over here!" Dylan’s voice rang out as Cammy searched for him in the dormitory.

Cammy’s smile faltered when she saw who was standing beside Dylan—his father, holding Dylan’s plaque.

"What are you doing here?" Cammy demanded sharply.

"I’m here to pick up my son and my wife," Duncan replied, then turned to Dylan. "Son, go grab your bag and suitcase. It’s time to head home."

Without a second thought, Dylan beamed and nodded before dashing off to his room to gather his belongings.

"We are not going back to your house with your mistress living in it! I want a divorce, Duncan, and that’s final."

"Cammy, please, let me explain," Duncan pleaded. "I thought you were dead, and I needed funding to save your father’s company. Annie needed someone to protect her from the disgrace Gregory Cross caused her, so I struck a deal with her and her father—only to secure the company’s future. Please, let’s go home and talk this through."

"Oh yeah? Spare me, Duncan. You’re a liar, and I won’t let you manipulate me with your excuses anymore. I’m not going back, and I’m taking Dylan with me."

"If you do that, Cammy, I’ll have no choice but to fight for custody. Don’t force me to do this."

Their heated exchange came to an abrupt halt when Dylan bounded into the hallway where they at, dragging his bag and suitcase behind him with an eager smile. "Let’s go! I’m ready. I miss my room," he announced with a voice full of excitement and innocence.

Duncan immediately stepped forward, taking Dylan’s bag and suitcase with ease. Then, he gently clasped his son’s hand, his expression softening as he looked at the boy. Cammy’s heart sank. The sight of Dylan’s happiness—his unguarded excitement to leave—left her feeling powerless. How could she shatter his joy with her resistance? Reluctantly, she swallowed her anger and followed them, her feet moving automatically as they exited the dormitory.

As they stepped into the parking lot, Cammy’s breath hitched. Clustered near Duncan’s sleek black car stood a group of men, at least ten or twelve of them, all dressed in identical black suits. Their presence was imposing, their expressions unreadable, and their stances radiated authority and control. The reality of the situation hit her like a tidal wave.

Her resolve faltered, the strength she had carefully built up during their confrontation crumbling under the weight of what she saw. ’He’s this determined to ensure I have no way out,’ she thought bitterly.

Her pulse quickened as her gaze darted from one guard to the next. ’This isn’t just for me and Dylan. This is intimidation, plain and simple. He doesn’t need this much security. It’s excessive. It’s... oppressive.’

Cammy’s confidence drained away, leaving behind a hollow feeling in her chest. She clenched her fists at her sides, the small motion her only act of defiance as she continued to follow Duncan and Dylan toward the car.

As they approached Duncan’s car, Cammy’s steps slowed down, her eyes narrowing in surprise. From behind a nearby tree, which provided shade for the vehicles, a familiar figure emerged. It was Attorney Grace Perez.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Veston. I’m Attorney Grace Perez," Grace greeted confidently, extending her hand toward Duncan for a handshake.

Duncan barely spared her a glance, his expression hardening. "I know who you are. What is this about?" he asked curtly, wasting no time on pleasantries.

Grace’s smile didn’t waver as she stood her ground. "Miss Cammy Watson-Veston is my client, and I’m here to ensure her rights are respected. I’m politely asking you to let her decide where she wants to go. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to call the authorities and file a case against you."

Duncan let out a sharp scoff, his hands moving to his waist as frustration became visible on his face. "What the heck are you talking about? Call the police? For what, exactly? She’s my wife, and we’re just going home!" he retorted.

"Mommy, Daddy, what’s happening?" Dylan asked innocently.

Cammy crouched down to meet Dylan at eye level and gently said, "Sweetheart, Mommy would really like to go back to our apartment. Would it be okay if we did that instead of going to Daddy’s house?"

"Okay, Mommy," Dylan replied.

"But Dylan, didn’t you say you missed your room?" Duncan interjected quickly.

"I do, but I have a room at Mommy’s apartment too. It’s jungle-themed, just like I wanted. I don’t want to go back to our house if Mommy’s not there."

"Mr. Veston, the child is legally under the mother’s care at this age. The documents you need to sign to formalize your current ’situation’ are already at your residence. We kindly ask for your full cooperation to make this transition smoother for everyone involved, including Ms. Tucker. So please, let them leave," Attorney Perez stated firmly.

Duncan was at a loss. He knew Grace was telling the truth, and he was well aware of her formidable reputation. She wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. If Grace was supporting Cammy, he realized he’d better stay silent and strategize the best solution for this mess.

When Duncan didn’t respond, Grace ended the silence. "Good day, Mr. Veston. Again, we’re counting on your cooperation. Let’s avoid taking this to court. Goodbye," she said, nodding toward Cammy and motioning for her to leave.

Duncan stood frozen, watching as the three of them, along with the men in black suits, walked away. Seething, he muttered under his breath, "Damn it! You’ll pay for this, Cammy. You really had everything planned out, didn’t you?" With a frustrated huff, he climbed into his car.

"Are these your men?" Cammy asked Grace, glancing at the men in black suits trailing behind them.

"Yes and no," Grace replied. "Half are mine, and the other half are Greg’s. He’s waiting for us in his car. I told him to stay there because if he came with me to pick you up, he might lose his temper."

Cammy felt a mix of gratitude and dread. She was thankful for what Greg and Grace were doing, but fear gnawed at her. She wasn’t sure if she should go with them or simply return to the house and try to live as if nothing had happened.

When they reached the far side of the parking lot, Greg was already standing outside his car. He quickly opened the door for Cammy and Grace, who climbed in without hesitation. Cammy settled into the front seat while Grace and Dylan took the back.

"You okay?" Greg asked Cammy as he buckled his seatbelt.

"I guess so. A little shaken, but I’ll be fine," she replied softly. freēwēbnovel.com

"Good. We’re heading to your apartment. I need to show you something," Greg said in a serious tone.

"What is it?" Cammy asked as concern can be heard in her voice.

"I’ll explain once we get there," Greg replied, stepping on the gas. His grave expression left Cammy uneasy, wondering what could be so important.