My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 125: Never Again

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Chapter 125: Never Again

Cammy’s lips curled into a gentle smile as she tightened her grip on Greg’s arms, grounding him in the moment. "Hey... what’s gotten into you?" she asked softly, searching his face. "Greg, you don’t have to worry. I won’t lie to you—I might still have lingering feelings for Duncan. He’s been a part of my life for so long that I can’t just erase him overnight."

Greg’s jaw tensed, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

"But that doesn’t mean I’ll choose him," she declared with quiet conviction. "Not after everything I’ve been through. I was naive before, blinded by love, but I’m not that girl anymore. I won’t let myself fall back into the same pain, the same heartbreak."

Her voice hardened, her grip tightening. "Enough is enough. I deserve to be happy, Greg. I deserve a life where I’m seen, heard, and valued. I refuse to be sidelined again, to be treated as an option."

Greg studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable as if searching for any sign of hesitation. Then, without warning, he pulled her into a fierce hug, wrapping his arms around her like he never wanted to let go. "You promise?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, still carrying a hint of doubt.

A soft chuckle escaped Cammy’s lips as she hugged him back just as tightly. "You have my word, Greg," she assured him, her voice full of warmth. "And thank you... for reminding me that love doesn’t have to mean pain. That not all men are like Duncan."

Greg sighed, finally letting her go but keeping his hands lightly on her shoulders. "Alright," he relented, his lips curving into a small smirk. "I believe you... for now. But you should leave before I change my mind and kidnap you. You’re looking way too adorable right now."

Cammy rolled her eyes but giggled, shaking her head in amusement. On impulse, she leaned up and pressed a quick, feather-light kiss to his cheek. "See you later," she said with a grin before swiftly grabbing the bag of food and making a dash for the door.

Greg stood frozen for a second, completely thrown off by the unexpected gesture. His hand instinctively lifted to his cheek, his fingers brushing the spot where her lips had been. A slow, lopsided smile formed on his face before he suddenly realized what he was doing.

He scoffed and shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Get a grip, man," he muttered under his breath. "You’re acting like a damn teenager."

As Cammy stepped into Duncan’s hospital room, a small smile played on her lips, expecting to see a heartwarming father-son moment. But the warmth drained from her face almost instantly.

Duncan slightly sat propped up in bed, eyes glued to the television, watching the news with an unreadable expression. Dylan, on the other hand, sat silently in his wheelchair beside him, hunched over his phone, his little fingers idly swiping across the screen. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

They weren’t talking. They weren’t bonding. The atmosphere in the room felt tense, and heavy, like something unspoken lingered between them.

"Hey, what’s up?" Cammy greeted, trying to break the suffocating silence.

Dylan barely lifted his gaze as he mumbled, "Let’s eat, Mommy. I’m hungry." His voice was small and dejected, and his lower lip jutted out in a telltale pout.

Cammy’s stomach twisted. Something was wrong. She turned to the caregiver, silently demanding an explanation.

The caregiver merely flicked her eyes toward Duncan—no words needed. That was all Cammy needed to see.

Her gaze snapped back to Duncan, her patience already thinning. "Duncan, what did you do?" Her voice was controlled, but there was an undeniable edge to it.

Duncan exhaled, his jaw tightening. "I didn’t do anything," he replied, defensive. "He was trying to show me something on his phone, but I was watching the news. I told him I’d check it later."

Cammy inhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay calm. She turned to Dylan with a reassuring smile. "You heard that, sweetheart? Daddy said he’ll check the game you made later."

Dylan’s little hands clenched around his phone as he shook his head. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "No, Mommy," he whispered, his voice trembling. "He was angry... and he shouted at me."

"Duncan!" Cammy’s voice sliced through the room like a blade, making everyone jump. Dylan flinched, and even the caregiver looked startled.

Duncan’s head snapped up, eyes widening in surprise.

Cammy let out a breath and crossed her arms. "Oops, my bad," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I just wanted to make sure you could hear me over that blaring television." Her gaze darkened. "Now, tell me the truth—did you yell at Dylan?"

Duncan sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I might have," he admitted, sounding guilty. "I’m sorry, alright? I was in pain, and he kept pushing for my attention."

Cammy’s lips pressed into a thin line as she strode toward Duncan’s bedside. She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper sharp enough to cut through steel. "I don’t care if you’re in pain. I don’t care if you’re on your deathbed.

You will not shout at our son unless he’s done something wrong. You could have told him calmly that you were in pain instead of shouting at him. And if you do it again, I swear, I will not bring him here until you’re discharged. Do you understand me?"

Duncan was speechless. Her eyes bore into his, unwavering and fierce, sending a chill down his spine. This wasn’t the same woman he had once married. The naïve, forgiving girl he had known was long gone.

"U-Understood," Duncan muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Good," Cammy straightened, her tone still icy. "Now, call Dylan over, watch his game, and act like you actually care—even if you have to pretend. He created that game himself." She turned away, hands moving to unpack the food as if the conversation had never happened.

Duncan swallowed hard, then forced a smile. "Dylan, buddy, come here. Let me see the game you made before we eat."

Dylan’s expression brightened instantly. The caregiver carefully lifted him onto the hospital bed beside Duncan, making sure he was comfortable.

As Cammy arranged their lunch, her eyes flicked back and forth between Duncan and Dylan, silently daring him to mess up again.

’If I had been this assertive and confident back then, maybe Duncan never would have cheated on me,’ she thought bitterly. But she quickly shook off the idea. ’No!’

She took a deep breath and steadied herself. ’I did my best. I loved him with everything I had. And if that wasn’t enough for him, that was never my fault.’

Still, a part of her burned with the realization of just how much she had changed. She was no longer the woman who begged for his love or waited for his approval. She had found her own strength—one that no longer depended on him.

As she set the last container down, she stole another glance at Duncan. ’This time, I won’t let him break me or my son. Never again,’ she swore to herself.