My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 130: Lion’s Den

Cammy could no longer contain her amusement. A soft giggle escaped her lips before she chuckled outright, making Greg’s brows knit together in further confusion.

"I just want to collect the things that were either gifted to me or purchased with my own money," she clarified, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I still have my pride, you know. I won’t take anything that came from Duncan. He can take it all to his grave for all I care."

Greg let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, pressing a hand to his chest. "Damn, Cammy, don’t do that! I seriously thought you were about to tell me you were accepting his offer and staying there while he’s out. My heart was already shattering into pieces."

Cammy burst into laughter at his dramatic reaction. "Haha! I knew you’d react like that. I was just teasing you!" Then, her expression softened. "Can you come with me?"

Greg stiffened, his fork pausing mid-air once more. For a moment, he wasn’t sure whether to feel pleased that she wanted him by her side or anxious about stepping onto Duncan’s turf.

"Greg?" Cammy waved a hand in front of his face. "Did you hear me?"

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he leaned back with a smirk. "Are you sure you want me to come with you? I mean... it’s Duncan’s house. For all I know, he’s given his guards a shoot-on-sight order for me."

Cammy threw her head back in laughter. "Oh, come on! He’s not that reckless. Besides, if you’re really that paranoid, you can always wait in the car while I grab our things. The maids can help me carry them anyway."

Greg scoffed and shook his head. "No way. I’m coming with you. I’ll help you carry everything myself." He leaned in, his smirk deepening. "Partners, remember?"

Cammy rolled her eyes, smiling as he picked up his fork again.

"Now, let’s hurry and finish eating," Greg said before taking another bite. "The sooner we go, the sooner we get out of enemy territory."

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With Duncan’s mansion located on the farthest end of the city, the drive took longer than expected. Heavy traffic turned what should have been a straightforward journey into a grueling wait, and by the time they arrived, the sky had already started to darken, casting a deep orange glow over the vast estate.

As they pulled through the gates, the guards—without hesitation—waved them in, allowing Greg to park inside the grand driveway.

From the moment they entered the property, Greg couldn’t help but notice how uncharacteristically silent Cammy had become. Her usual sharp wit and teasing remarks had vanished, replaced by an eerie stillness. Her gaze flitted from one corner to another, scanning every inch of the estate like she was reacquainting herself with a place both familiar and foreign.

He reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers gently around hers, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She glanced at him briefly, her face unreadable, before turning her attention back toward the towering entrance ahead.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, filled with genuine concern.

She exhaled slowly, barely above a whisper. "I’m nervous..."

Greg tightened his grip slightly. "You don’t have to be," he said, his voice steady, reassuring. "You lived here for years. The staff knows you. They respect you. There’s nothing to worry about."

Cammy pressed her lips together, giving a small nod. But as she turned her eyes back to the looming mansion, an unsettling thought echoed in her mind.

’That’s not the reason I’m worried...’

The grand double doors swung open, and standing there to greet them was the head housekeeper, Debbie. Cammy had expected this—it made perfect sense. The butler had always been fiercely loyal to Duncan, having served him long before their marriage. Naturally, he would remain by Duncan’s side, just as he always had.

But what Cammy hadn’t expected was Debbie’s reaction.

"Madam!" Debbie gasped, her voice thick with emotion as she rushed forward, nearly knocking Cammy off balance as she wrapped her arms around her. "I thought I would never see you again! When we found out you were still alive, I prayed for you and Dylan every single day!" Tears streamed down the older woman’s face, her grip on Cammy tightening as if she feared letting go would make her disappear again.

Cammy froze for a moment, overwhelmed. She had assumed Duncan had already spoken to the staff, preparing them for her visit—just as he had done with their employees at the vacation home. She hadn’t expected... this. The raw, genuine relief. The love.

A lump formed in her throat, she allowed herself to surrender to her emotions. Hugging Debbie back, her own tears fell freely. "Debbie... Thank you. Thank you for your prayers. And for keeping everything just the way I liked it."

Debbie sniffled, quickly wiping her face before stepping back. "Everything is still the same, Madam—except for the twins’ room. Ms. Tucker made quite a few changes, but when Mr. Veston kicked her out, he ordered us to put everything back. We were so busy re-arranging that we haven’t had the chance to repaint the room yet, but we’ll get to it as soon as possible. Mr. Veston called and said that you and Dylan would be moving back, so we’re doing our best to—"

"Wait." Cammy’s head snapped up, her brows furrowing. "What did you just say? Duncan kicked Annie out?"

Debbie hesitated, glancing between Cammy and Greg. "Y-Yes... Mr. Veston told her to leave after finding out that you were alive. And she did. She had to—you are his wife, after all."

Cammy felt Greg’s gaze on her, and when she turned to meet his eyes, an unspoken understanding passed between them. Duncan was trying to reclaim what was lost, whether she wanted it or not.

She turned back to Debbie. "No, Debbie. We’re not staying here. I only came to collect some of our things. I’m not coming back."

"But... but Mr. Veston said—"

"I don’t care what he said," Cammy cut in, her voice firm but not unkind. "It was an assumption. Nothing more. Now, can you help me pack?"

Debbie looked uncertain but eventually nodded. "O-Of course, Madam. Just tell me what you need."

"I have one suitcase—it was a gift from my father, and that’s all I want. I’ll need boxes or even garbage bags for the rest."

Without another word, Debbie hurried inside to fetch what was needed.

As soon as she was gone, Cammy turned to Greg, grabbing his hand with a playful glint in her eyes. "Ready? If everything is still the same inside, you’re about to see my work of art. I designed every single detail in there—every piece of furniture, every decoration. You’re about to get a little glimpse into who I used to be."

Greg chuckled, though there was still a hint of unease in his expression. "I cannot wait," he said, squeezing her hand. But as he looked up at the towering mansion, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that they were about to step into the lion’s den.

The idea of stepping into the territory of an enemy filled him with unease. Yet, the way Cammy had framed it sparked a different feeling—excitement. Curiosity stirred within him as he wondered about her taste in interior design. It made him picture something else entirely—the home they might one day share, a glimpse into what their future could look like.