My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 122: Alone Again

Duncan’s throat burned as he forced out the words, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am..." His gaze drifted away from her, settling on the window where the morning sun poured in, almost mocking him with its warmth. He swallowed hard before adding, "Why are you here? Where’s Orson?"

Cammy sighed, rubbing her tired eyes. Though she had just woken up, she felt anything but refreshed. Every muscle in her body ached from sleeping in the uncomfortable reclining chair, and the dull throbbing behind her eyes told her she hadn’t truly rested.

"He went home," she murmured, stretching her sore limbs. "He has a family, Duncan. A wife, a newborn. They need him, too. And since you won’t be in the office for a while, he has to be there early to manage everything in your absence."

Duncan watched as she crossed the room, mumbling something under her breath while counting on her fingers before glancing at the clock. Then, without another word, she poured a glass of water, dropped a straw into it, and returned to his side.

"Here. Drink." She held the glass up to him, her voice softer now. "It’s been over six hours since your surgery. The doctor said you can start drinking and eating now."

Duncan hesitated. His pride wanted him to refuse, but his body betrayed him. His throat was parched, raw from hours of unconsciousness. Reluctantly, he took a sip, the cool water soothing the burning dryness. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the relief.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" Cammy said, watching him.

He exhaled, barely nodding. "Yeah."

For the first time since waking up, something in his chest felt lighter. Not because of the water—but because, despite everything, she was still here.

Cammy exhaled, crossing her arms as she looked down at Duncan. "I won’t be staying long. Dylan needs me, and I have work to do in his room. I’ve already hired a private nurse to take care of you around the clock, and Orson approved their salary. This room is right next to Dylan’s, so if you need anything—from me or Orson—you can tell your nurse."

Duncan let out a dry scoff, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. "And what exactly would I need from you?"

Cammy tilted her head, unimpressed by his attitude. "I don’t know. Maybe if you want to see Dylan, or if you’re craving something that’s not from the hospital cafeteria, I can go out and get it for you."

Duncan let out another scoff, this one coated with even more defiance. "And why the hell would I ask you to buy me anything? I can just ask the nurse."

Cammy rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to throw the glass of water at him. "Yeah, sure. But your nurse won’t know where to get your favorite foods—because you never ask where I buy them. All you do is eat whatever I bring home, acting like it magically appears."

Duncan clenched his jaw, unable to argue with that, but his pride refused to let him back down.

"Fine," he muttered. "If I ever want something, I’ll let you know. But you don’t have to stay here." His gaze darkened as he fixed his eyes on her. "And don’t think for a second that this changes anything. If you stayed here hoping I’d back down or cave to your demands, you’re wasting your time. My decision hasn’t changed."

Cammy met his glare head-on, unfazed by his cold words. "I know," she said smoothly. "And don’t worry—I didn’t stay here to change your mind. I’ll fight you in court, fair and square."

Her confidence only fueled Duncan’s frustration, but deep down, a part of him knew—no matter how much he wanted to deny it—Cammy was still the one person who knew him best.

Duncan’s frown deepened, confusion flashing across his tired eyes. He studied Cammy’s face, searching for an ulterior motive. "Then why are you here?" he asked, his voice full of suspicion. "You must want something. Do you need money? How much do you want?"

That was it. The last thread of Cammy’s patience snapped like a brittle twig. She had been biting her tongue, trying to be considerate of his condition, but Duncan was hell-bent on pushing her over the edge.

"Fuck it, Duncan!" she exploded, her voice trembling with pent-up frustration. "I don’t need your damn money! I’m here because—whether I like it or not—we are family! Right now, I’m still your wife, even if I don’t want to be anymore. But guess what? Even after the divorce, we will still be family. Why? Because you are the father of my son, and that is never going to change!"

Duncan blinked, taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice, but Cammy wasn’t done.

"I didn’t want to throw this in your face, but since you’re so goddamn blind, let me spell it out for you—you are alone in this world. You have no one else. Just me and Dylan. And somehow, even after everything, you still managed to push us away. Congratulations, Duncan," she scoffed, shaking her head. "You really outdid yourself this time."

The room fell into a heavy silence, Duncan staring at her with something unreadable in his gaze. For once, he had nothing to say.

Duncan sat frozen, completely shaken by Cammy’s outburst. He wasn’t used to hearing such brutal words from her, especially not directed at him. And goddamn it—it hurt.

It was only now, as her words echoed in his mind, that the weight of reality came crashing down on him.

He is alone...

Again.

Images of their wedding day flashed before his eyes. Back then, he wasn’t madly in love with Cammy, not yet—but he had liked her, deeply. And over time, as they built a life together, his love for her grew. She was a nurturing wife, a selfless giver, and, above all, fiercely loyal.

Then came Dylan. The day his son was born was the happiest moment of his life. That tiny baby in his arms had filled a void he hadn’t even realized was still there. It wasn’t just about having a family—it was the first time he truly felt whole.

All the sorrow he had buried after losing his father seemed to vanish the moment he laid eyes on his son. That day, he made a silent vow—to protect Dylan, to give him the world, to make sure he would never experience the loneliness Duncan had endured.

But now?

Now, Dylan is so distant from him. Cammy wanted nothing to do with him.

And it was all his fault.

’What have I done?’ he thought bitterly.

"Duncan? Are you even listening to me?"

Cammy’s voice pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts. He blinked, focusing on her face, but the ache in his chest remained—a sharp, suffocating reminder of the wreckage he had caused with his own greed and hatred.

Duncan blinked, still lost in his thoughts. "What were you saying?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

Cammy exhaled, rubbing her temples as she repeated herself. "I said, I need to go. Dylan will be waking up soon, and I need to get him breakfast. The private nurse will be here in about fifteen minutes—she should be already on her way. Will you be okay alone until then?"

He hesitated for a second before giving a weak nod. "Uh... yeah. Go."

Cammy studied him for a moment before continuing, "I’ll be back at lunchtime with Dylan. We’ll eat here. But before that, I need to explain what happened to you. And obviously, I can’t tell him the truth, so I’ll have to lie. I’ll say you got into a car accident. Can’t exactly tell him you got your ass handed to you by your future father-in-law, can I?" She smirked with biting sarcasm.

Duncan’s body tensed at her words, anger flaring in his eyes. Without thinking, he snapped, "He is not—Ahh!"

Pain shot through his torso like a white-hot blade, cutting him off mid-sentence. He gritted his teeth, his body instinctively curling slightly from the agony.

Cammy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Stupid," she muttered under her breath.

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and unspoken. Then, her voice softened—just slightly. "Aren’t you going to ask what happened to you? What the doctors had to do to save your life?"

"I already have an idea," Duncan muttered with exhaustion.

Cammy let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. "You and your goddamn ego..." she scoffed. "Fine. Let me tell you real quick before I go. You had internal bleeding, and your liver was damaged. They had to operate on you to stop the bleeding. The doctors said you were lucky that Orson was with you and got you here in time—otherwise, you could’ve died."

Duncan let out a hollow chuckle, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling. "I bet you wished I had died instead..." he murmured under his breath.

But Cammy heard it.

Her whole body tensed as his words sliced through her like a knife. "My God, Duncan! Do you really see me as a bad person? What the hell did I do to deserve this from you?" Her voice wavered, her frustration teetering on the edge of heartbreak. "Are you happy knowing you’re hurting me?"

Duncan clenched his jaw, turning his head away. ’I don’t hate you... At least, not directly,’ he thought, but the words never left his lips.

Cammy inhaled deeply, forcing herself to push back the emotions that threatened to spill over. She stepped closer to his bedside, reaching above the headboard to grab something. Then, she placed it in his hand.

"Here. Take this," she said, her voice firm but weary. "It’s the button to call a nurse in case you need something before your private nurse arrives."

She straightened up, her expression unreadable now. "I’m leaving. Take care of yourself, Duncan."