My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 96: The One Letting Go

"Mom! Your grip is too tight—it hurts!" Cammy yelped, trying to pry her mother’s fingers off her arm.

Monica immediately let go, but her stance remained firm, her arms now crossed over her chest. She took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply as she stepped in front of Cammy, blocking her from moving further into the room.

"Now," Monica began, her voice a mix of anger and confusion, "tell me everything. What the hell is going on?"

Cammy sighed, rubbing the sore spot on her arm where her mother’s grip had left a faint red mark. "Alright, alright. I was going to tell you anyway. No need to yell at me and drag me like that."

Monica let out a humorless chuckle, shaking her head. "Do you really think I believe that? You faked your own damn death, Cammy! You disappeared without a trace, left everything behind—and now you expect me to believe that you were just about to tell me?" Her voice cracked slightly at the end, and for the first time, Cammy noticed the exhaustion in her mother’s eyes.

Feeling the weight of her mother’s words press against her chest, Cammy turned away, biting the inside of her cheek. Instead, she pretended to look around the room as if searching for a place to sit, though in reality, she just needed a moment to collect herself.

But Monica wasn’t having any of it.

"Oh no, don’t you dare turn your back on me now," she snapped, stepping closer. "You owe me an explanation, Camellia. You owe all of us an explanation."

Cammy shut her eyes briefly before forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Mom," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You wouldn’t understand."

Monica scoffed. "Then make me understand."

Instead of answering, Cammy fired back with a question. "Why are you with Duncan, Mom?" Cammy asked, frustrated as she settled onto the hospital bed. "You know I’m divorcing him. You know his infidelity is real. So why?"

Monica let out a weary sigh, crossing her arms. "He called me," she admitted. "He thought I was still staying with you and planned to pick us up for Dylan’s game. He wanted me to talk to you... to convince you to fix your marriage." She hesitated before adding, "He said he loves you, Cammy. That he’s willing to do anything for you and Dylan."

Cammy let out a dry, humorless laugh. "And you believe him?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Well..." Monica hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Most likely, your separation made him realize his feelings for you. I mean, you two were so in love before. You were each other’s first love, and you were happy. What changed?"

Cammy’s expression darkened as she scoffed. "What changed? He cheated on me, Mom. That’s what happened. Or maybe he never actually loved me in the first place and was just after Dad’s company."

Monica shook her head. "Cammy, your father’s company is dying. Why would he want to take over a sinking ship? If anything, he’s been trying to save it for years. If that’s not an act of love, then I don’t know what is..." Her voice softened as she reached for Cammy’s hand. "Can’t you just forgive him?"

Cammy flinched as if her mother had physically struck her. A fiery rage bubbled up inside her, making her chest tighten.

"Oh, God. Hell no!" she snapped, standing abruptly.

"Why?" Monica pressed, her voice firm yet pleading. "He is the father of your son, and he’s been a good provider. Not once did he ever let us go without more than enough money, Cammy. Are you forgetting that?"

Cammy exhaled sharply, gripping the water bottle in her hands. "Of course not, Mom," she said, then added. "I haven’t forgotten, and believe me, I’m grateful for that. But being a good provider isn’t enough for me to take him back. It doesn’t erase the betrayal. It doesn’t rebuild trust. And the things he did to me..." She swallowed hard, her voice thick with emotion. "I can’t forget them."

Monica’s gaze softened, but her next words hit like a punch to the gut.

"Don’t you love him anymore?"

Cammy froze, the bottle halfway to her lips. The question echoed in her head, making her heart clench. ’Do I still love him?’

A whirlwind of emotions stormed through her—memories of the good times, the bad, the nights she cried herself to sleep, the years she spent yearning for the love and attention that never came.

"You’ve been together since college, a total of ten years," Monica continued, her tone gentle but insistent. "Are you really going to give up on him now? Have you ever considered that this might just be one of those challenges that married couples go through?"

Cammy’s breath hitched, but Monica wasn’t finished.

"For years, you kept saying you wanted his attention. That he had become distant. That he didn’t love you anymore. But now... now he’s here, showing up for you, for your family, trying to fix things—and you’re just going to throw it all away?"

Cammy’s grip tightened around the bottle as she stared at her mother.

’I didn’t give up that easily,’ she thought bitterly. ’I fought. I begged. I tried to save our marriage for years. I was the one holding on while he was the one letting go.’

She let out a slow, measured breath, pushing back the lump forming in her throat. "You think I’m giving up too easily?" she whispered. "You have no idea how hard I fought."

"Mom, can we please drop this?" Cammy sighed, rubbing her temples. "I’m exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. I don’t have the energy for this conversation anymore. My decision is final. I’m filing for divorce. End of discussion."

Monica shrugged as if it didn’t matter. "Alright, fine. I did my part. I promised Duncan I’d talk to you, and I did. Now, it’s up to him to change your mind."

Cammy narrowed her eyes, skeptical. "That’s it? You only did this because you promised Duncan—not because you actually care about saving my marriage?"

Monica stretched her arms before settling comfortably on the sofa. "Exactly. You know me, Cammy—I don’t waste my energy on things that don’t benefit me. I only did this as a courtesy to Duncan, a way to repay him for supporting us financially all these years. Now, we’re even."

Cammy blinked in disbelief. ’Wow. Just like that,’ she thought.

Before she could process her mother’s complete indifference, Monica smirked and leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Besides, it looks like you have other options. Two handsome, successful men seem more than willing to save you from your failed marriage." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "So? Which one do you like more?"

Cammy groaned, feeling her patience snap. "I am not answering that."

"Well, never mind," Monica said with a knowing smirk. "I suppose you’ve already made your choice. Since Gregory introduced himself as your boyfriend, I assume it’s because he’s wealthier than Ricardo?"

Cammy’s brows furrowed in frustration. "Oh, God, Mom! It’s not like that! I didn’t choose Greg because he has more money than Ric. Why is money always your first thought?"

Before Monica could respond, a deep voice cut through the air.

"So then, what is the real reason you chose Greg, Cammy?"

Both women’s heads snapped toward the doorway.

Cammy’s breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with the man standing there. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.