My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 127: Our Home

Cammy’s gaze followed Dylan’s, and immediately, her expression darkened. Sitting beside Duncan was a young, blonde, slim, and unmistakably gorgeous woman.

Annie.

The sight of her sitting so casually by Duncan’s bedside sent a wave of irritation through Cammy. But what surprised her most was the absence of pain. Before, the mere thought of Annie with Duncan would have crushed her, but now? Now, it was nothing but pure annoyance.

She had brought Dylan here, hoping for a quiet father-and-son moment. Instead, she found her here.

Annie flashed a dazzling smile at Dylan and spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Hi, Dylan. I’m Annie, your father’s fia—"

"Friend," Duncan swiftly interrupted, his voice firm yet cheerful. "Annie is Daddy’s friend." He turned to Dylan, smiling as if nothing was amiss. "What brings you here, my little man? It’s not lunchtime yet."

Cammy didn’t miss the flicker of irritation that flashed across Annie’s face at Duncan’s introduction. Friend? Clearly, she wasn’t happy about being downgraded in front of everyone.

Cammy smirked, crossing her arms as she locked eyes with Annie. Her glare was subtle, but the message was loud and clear—back off.

Dylan, oblivious to the tension in the room, eagerly held up his tablet. "Daddy, I made a picture for you! It’s AI-generated, but I wrote the prompts myself. Look!"

Duncan took the tablet and stared at the screen. His expression shifted instantly, his fingers tightening around the edges as his eyes drank in the image.

Cammy watched him closely, expecting a simple nod or a smile of gratitude.

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She hadn’t seen it coming.

Tears welled up in Duncan’s eyes, streaming down his face before he could stop them. Cammy and Annie both froze, their expressions mirroring the same shock. Neither of them had ever expected this kind of reaction from him—especially not over something as simple as an AI-generated image.

Dylan’s lips trembled into a pout as he watched his father cry. His small hands clutched the edge of the tablet, worry clouding his bright eyes. "Daddy... please don’t cry," he whispered. "Don’t you like it? I didn’t mean to make you sad. I can change it if you want..."

He reached for the tablet, ready to erase what he had proudly created, but before he could, Duncan gently caught both of Dylan’s hands in his own. He brought them to his lips, pressing soft, lingering kisses against them, his grip firm yet reverent, as if holding something fragile and irreplaceable.

"No, my son," Duncan choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy isn’t sad... Daddy is happy. So happy." His tear-filled gaze returned to the image, his fingers trembling as he traced the screen. "I never got to see the twins. I never held them. But this... this is the closest thing I have to that. Seeing them like this, as my angels—it means everything to me." His voice broke slightly before he managed to steady it. "This is beautiful, Dylan. Truly beautiful."

Dylan’s frown quickly transformed into a beaming smile. "Really? You really like it?"

"I love it," Duncan assured him, his grip tightening slightly as he took in every detail of the image. "Is there a way to print this? I want to keep it forever."

Dylan’s excitement reignited, and he immediately took his tablet back, his tiny fingers tapping across the screen with practiced ease. "Yes! I can email it to you, and then you can print it from there!" He turned the screen toward Duncan. "What’s your email? Type it here and press send."

Duncan chuckled softly, shaking his head in admiration. "Wow... You really know your way around technology, don’t you?"

Dylan grinned proudly. "Of course! Mommy started teaching me when I was little, and now Uncle Greg and my tutor at school teach me even more!"

Cammy, who had been silently watching the heartfelt exchange, felt a lump form in her throat. For a moment, just a fleeting second, she saw a glimpse of something she had once wished for—a world where Duncan had been the father Dylan always deserved.

But the past was the past.

And no amount of tears or regrets could ever change that.

The moment Greg’s name left Dylan’s lips, Duncan’s expression faltered, if only for a second. He masked it well—too well for Dylan to notice—but not well enough to escape the sharp eyes of the two women in the room.

"Greg teaches you?" Duncan repeated slowly, his voice coated with an edge of something unreadable. His gaze flicked to Cammy, piercing and knowing.

"Yeah!" Dylan chirped innocently. "He teaches me coding sometimes, but he also hired a tutor for me so I can learn more! I meet my tutor every Friday after school, and I really hope Uncle Greg will let him teach me at his house too!"

Duncan’s eyes darkened, his posture shifting ever so slightly. "What do you mean... at his house?"

Cammy’s stomach dropped. ’Oh, fuck.’

"We’re staying at Uncle Greg’s house starting today and—"

Cammy’s hand found Dylan’s shoulder as she quickly cut him off. "The doctor cleared Dylan to go home today," she said, forcing an even tone. "That’s why we came early to say goodbye. We won’t be staying for lunch."

But Duncan wasn’t stupid. His gaze bore into her, his voice dangerously calm. "And what’s this about staying at Greg’s house?"

Cammy exhaled, bracing herself. "I can’t leave Dylan in my apartment with just the caregiver. He’ll get bored, and the city isn’t exactly the best place for him to recover."

"Then take him home." Duncan’s words were firm, almost demanding.

The room fell into a stunned silence. Even Annie, who had been smugly watching the exchange, visibly tensed at Duncan’s response.

Cammy blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Take Dylan home. Our home," Duncan clarified. "The house he grew up in. He belongs there, Cammy."

Annie’s mouth parted slightly before she forced a tight smile, stepping closer to Duncan’s side. "But, Duncan—"

"I don’t see how this concerns you," Duncan cut her off coldly before turning his attention back to Cammy. "I’ll be discharged in a few days. Once I’m out, I’ll be home too. I can take care of Dylan myself. We’ll hire a tutor so he won’t miss school while he recovers."

Cammy’s fingers curled into fists. She wanted to argue. She should argue. But Dylan was right there, watching, listening... she refused to drag him into another heated dispute.

Before she could speak, Annie took the opportunity to insert herself once more. "Duncan has a point, Cammy," she said smoothly, though the glint in her eyes gave away her satisfaction.

"Dylan should be comfortable while healing, and we all know that an apartment in the city isn’t ideal. The house he grew up in is the best place for him."

Annie’s lips curled into a smug smirk. "Once Duncan is discharged, he and I can take care of Dylan in the mansion while you’re at work."

Cammy’s head snapped toward her, eyes narrowing into a glare. ’Who the hell does she think she is?’

"That’s absolutely ridi—"

"A mansion with a great garden, loving people, and playful kids would be the best place for Dylan," a deep, familiar voice interrupted.

Everyone turned toward the door.

Greg stood there, completely unfazed, his expression calm yet authoritative. He walked in uninvited, his presence alone shifting the energy in the room. His next words were clear, unwavering.

"That’s why I’m taking him there now."