My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 79: Out of Proportion

"What is this?!"

Annie’s furious voice pierced the quiet of the room, followed by a crumpled receipt flying through the air, smacking Duncan squarely in the face.

Duncan barely flinched. He calmly set his glass of wine on the desk and unfolded the crinkled paper with deliberate ease. His eyes skimmed the contents before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Don’t you know how to read? It says flowers," he said with oozing nonchalance.

"Are you stupid?" Annie spat in a trembling voice, barely containing her rage. "I’m not asking you to read it to me, Duncan. I’m asking why you have this. Who did you buy these flowers for?" Her words hit like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.

Duncan leaned back in his chair, his expression annoyingly casual, almost amused. "So, what? Are you digging through the trash now? That receipt was thrown away for a reason," he said dismissively, attempting to steer the conversation away.

"Don’t you dare try to dodge this!" Annie slammed her hand down on the desk, making his glass of wine tremble. Her eyes burned with fury, her voice rising with each word. "Who did you give those flowers to? Was it her? Are you still running after her, Duncan? After everything we’ve been through?"

Duncan’s smirk faded, his jaw tightening slightly as he met her gaze with a hint of annoyance. "You’re blowing this out of proportion, Annie. It’s just flowers. Nothing more. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world." freēnovelkiss.com

"Just flowers?" Annie’s voice cracked equal parts anger and hurt. She took a step closer, her hands balled into fists. "Do you think I’m that stupid? Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you? After all the lies, the excuses, the betrayals—you’re still chasing her!"

Duncan’s calm exterior finally started to falter. He rose from his chair, his towering presence adding weight to his growing irritation. "I don’t owe you an explanation, Annie. Not about this, not about anything."

Her laugh was bitter and cutting. "You don’t owe me an explanation? I’ve sacrificed everything for you, Duncan! I’ve stood by you while you lied to my face. And now you’re telling me I’m not even worth the truth?"

The tension in the room was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken accusations and raw emotion. Duncan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his face a storm of conflicting emotions.

"And what if I did buy them for her?" he said, his voice cold and defiant. "What difference does it make?"

"Just answer the damn question! Who did you give the flowers to?!" Annie shouted, her frustration boiling over, finally causing Duncan to lose his composure.

"For God’s sake, Annie! You’re unbearable. Fine! I gave them to my wife!" Duncan snapped, his voice filled with anger.

"Your wife?! Your wife is dead, Duncan. Cammy is gone! She’s not the same woman you once knew. She’s changed, and you’ve seen it with your own eyes. Wake up, you fool! She’ll never take you back. You’re stuck with me because I’m the only woman who’ll still accept you once your secrets come to light!" Annie fired back venomously.

Duncan suddenly stood, grabbed Annie by the neck, and shoved her against the desk. His face was a storm of rage as he growled, "Shut your mouth, Annie! Know your place. You have no right to insult my wife. Once the retraction of her death certificate is finalized, she’ll reclaim her rightful place in my life—and you and I will be over!"

Annie shoved Duncan with all her strength, forcing him to release her neck and step back slightly. "You’re just going to let me go? And what about your in-law’s failing business, huh? Without me, you’ll lose that too!" she spat.

Duncan inhaled deeply, visibly restraining himself, before settling back into his seat. "That’s my problem, not yours. So start packing. And don’t worry about the baby—I’ll take full responsibility once it’s born. You can go back to your old life of endless socializing and partying."

Annie pulled out a chair and sat down across from him. Her tone softened as she reached out to hold his hand. "Duncan, please... You don’t mean that. I’m sorry, okay? I was just jealous. I didn’t mean to upset you. I know you’re only trying to win her back to secure her father’s company. Let me help you. Let me stay by your side. Me and our baby—we need you, Duncan. Please..."

"Annie, we had an agreement based on the belief that my family was gone. Now that they’re not, that agreement is null and void. It no longer applies," Duncan stated firmly. "Once the death certificates are canceled, I’ll be married again."

"You promised me and my family that you would marry me," Annie pressed.

"I know I did, but as I said, it’s no longer possible. I won’t divorce Cammy. That’s non-negotiable."

"What about our baby? Don’t you want him to grow up with a father?" she argued.

"We don’t have to be together for me to be a father," Duncan replied coldly. "I’ll ensure our baby is well provided for, and I’ll be present in his life. But we can’t be together. So pack your things and leave. I’ll have the driver take you back to your house."

"You can’t do this to me, Duncan! Even if I leave, Cammy will never come back to you. Why can’t you see that?!" Annie’s voice echoed through the room, filled with rage.

"I’ve made my decision, Annie," Duncan replied sternly. "I’ll do whatever it takes to bring Cammy and Dylan back home. This is where they belong. Go home, and I’ll speak to you and your family soon. Just leave me alone—I need to think. I can’t even hear myself with you screaming. Get out!"

Annie’s tears spilled over as she stormed out of the home office, slamming the door behind her. She ran to the master bedroom—the room she shared with Duncan—and locked herself inside.

Throwing herself onto the bed, she sobbed uncontrollably before her sorrow twisted into venomous resolve. "You’ll regret this, Duncan. I’ll make sure of it. Not just you—your wife and her precious boyfriend will pay too. All of you will suffer, I swear it!"

After some time, Annie finally stopped crying, picked up her phone, and made a call.

["How’s my Princess—wait, are you crying?"] the man on the other end asked. His tone shifted to concern after hearing Annie’s sobs.

"Yes, Daddy... Something happened," Annie began, her voice trembling. "Duncan’s wife and son are alive. We just found out yesterday. And today, he said he doesn’t want to marry me anymore. He told me to go back home. I don’t know what to do, Daddy. Please help me." She sobbed through the phone with evident pain.

"That bastard!" her father roared. "I knew he was no good! Come home, Princess. You don’t deserve this. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure he and his family regret ever crossing you. They’ll feel my wrath. Pack your things, and I’ll send the driver to fetch you right away."

Annie nodded, wiping her tears. "Alright, Daddy. I’m coming home..."

With that, she ended the call, pulled out her suitcase, and began packing her belongings.