My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 70: Fragile Little Heart

"Yes, Cammy, you heard me right," Greg said firmly. "You and Dylan should move in with me. My house is spacious, with plenty of empty rooms for you both to choose from. I know the penthouse is closer to the office and Dylan’s school, but I think he’d be much more comfortable here. There’s a garden, a playground, and some of my employees live on-site with their children—Dylan would have playmates here."

He paused briefly, gauging her reaction before continuing. "It’s only a thirty-minute drive to his school. I’ll assign a driver and a security team to ensure his safety at all times. The same goes for you, whether or not you want to go to the office with me. If you’d rather drive yourself, I’ll provide a simpler car, and your security team can follow discreetly to keep things low-key."

Greg leaned forward slightly, softening his tone. "If you’re uncomfortable seeing me every day, you can stay in a separate wing of the house. Or, if it helps, I can stay at my penthouse while you and Dylan settle here. I want this arrangement to work in a way that makes you feel safe and at ease," he added, his suggestion leaving both Cammy and Grace stunned.

"Wow, Greg, that’s incredibly generous of you," Grace remarked with a nod of approval. She then turned to Cammy. "I really think you should accept it. Based on everything you’ve told me about Duncan, I wouldn’t put it past him to do something reckless—or even hit you again."

Greg’s expression darkened instantly at Grace’s words. He turned to Cammy, his frown deepening. "Duncan used to hurt you? Physically?" he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained anger.

Cammy’s gaze flickered to Greg for a moment before she quickly looked down at her hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. Her voice was quiet and hesitant. "It was just a couple of times... not that often. And it was my fault anyway—I was nagging him."

"No, no, no, Cammy," Greg said firmly as he lowered himself onto the coffee table in front of her. He leaned forward, resting his hands gently on her knees, his eyes locking onto hers. "Even if you had hit him with your bare hands, he had no right to lay a finger on you. No man should ever hurt a woman—ever. Do you understand me? What he did was completely wrong."

His voice was calm but full of conviction. However, his anger simmered just beneath the surface, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Standing abruptly, Greg ran a hand through his hair, his other hand resting on his waist as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He covered his mouth with a closed fist, trying to contain himself, but it was futile.

He started pacing across the room, tension radiating from him, before slamming his palm against the wall with a sharp crack. "Fuck! That bastard!" he roared. "I swear, I won’t let him get away with this—ever!"

"Greg, calm down. It happened a long time ago, and as you can see, I’m fine now," Cammy said softly, trying to ease his anger.

Greg let out a heavy sigh, placing both hands on his waist as he tilted his head back and drew in a deep breath. But the fury still simmered within him. All he could think about was finding Duncan and beating him senseless until he was unrecognizable.

Turning to Grace, his voice was low but filled with determination. "Grace, if he refuses to sign the divorce papers, make sure you file every single case we can against him. I want him behind bars with no chance of bail—and if the death sentence were an option, I’d push for that too. Strip him of everything he has. I want Cammy and Dylan to get it all. That man is a monster disguised as a human being, and he deserves no mercy."

Grace gave a curt nod, her expression resolute. "Understood. You’re the boss. I’ll do everything in my power to bring him down. In fact, I’ve already started preparing for that possibility. I only met him once, but I can tell he’s the type who won’t make things easy for Cammy. I highly doubt he’ll willingly sign those papers."

"I think so too," Cammy agreed, her tone laced with frustration. "He’s incredibly stubborn and never admits his mistakes. He’d rather die clinging to his lies than own up to his faults and live peacefully."

Grace stood, gathering her things. "Alright then. I won’t stay any longer. I know you included me for dinner, but I’m too worked up right now, and I’m eager to dive into this case. If you don’t mind, I’ll head out before all my ideas slip away," she said with a small smile.

Greg nodded in understanding. "Of course. Let me walk you out. I’ll have my driver take you home."

As Grace made her way to the door, she paused and turned back to Cammy. "By the way, Cammy, I strongly recommend accepting Greg’s offer. It’s the best way to ensure your safety and Dylan’s. But ultimately, it’s your decision. I’ll be in touch as soon as I have any updates or progress on the case. Take care!"

"Stay here. I’ll be back shortly," Greg said to Cammy before following Grace out.

Cammy paced back and forth across the room, her thoughts swirling. ’I know Greg’s offer is the best option, but it feels like too much. I don’t want him to think I’m accepting just to take advantage of his kindness.’

Her pacing came to a halt when she heard Dylan’s voice outside. She moved toward the glass accordion door and looked out, spotting Dylan running and laughing as he played with a group of children. Greg had mentioned earlier that some of his staff’s children might be around, and she assumed these were the ones. freewёbnoνel.com

Completely absorbed in watching Dylan’s carefree joy, Cammy didn’t notice Greg quietly reentering the room and standing behind her. Dylan’s laughter echoed through the air, and his beaming face brought a soft chuckle from Cammy as she watched him play.

"Just look at him—he’s so happy here, isn’t he? What do you think of my offer?" Greg murmured softly near her ear, making her jump in surprise.

"Goodness, I didn’t even notice you there!" she exclaimed, startled.

"That’s because you were completely focused on watching how happy Dylan is," Greg said with a knowing smile. "And that happiness could continue if you both stay here. I really mean it—I’d love to have you here. It would make me happy, too, if that’s what you’re worried about."

He paused, his tone turning playful. "But I’d be heartbroken if you took Ric’s offer instead. That would crush my poor, fragile little heart. Would you really want to do that to me?" he teased, earning a laugh from Cammy as she turned to face him.

"Oh, please! Your heart is not fragile, and it’s definitely not small," she said with a grin. Grabbing his hand, she formed it into a fist. "They say a person’s heart is about the same size as their fist, and look at yours—it’s huge!"

Greg chuckled, his expression softening. "And this fist," he said, lifting it slightly, "isn’t afraid to fight anyone who dares to hurt you or Dylan. It will protect you both. Just say yes, Cammy. Please."

Cammy swallowed hard, her gaze locking with Greg’s. His intense stare and the raw emotion in his eyes made her heart race. She could almost feel the depth of his unspoken feelings—and his undeniable desire for her.