My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 303: Unstable (1)

When Cammy got home, she didn’t even bother changing. She went straight to bed, barely making it under the covers before sleep claimed her completely.

Greg arrived shortly after, stepping into the warm lights of their home where Edward, ever composed and precise, was already waiting.

"Dinner is ready, sir. Would you prefer to eat in the dining room or on the patio?" Edward asked politely.

Greg narrowed his eyes, confused by the question. "Why are you asking me that? Where’s my wife?"

"Madam retired to bed the moment she came home. She seemed very tired," Edward replied.

Greg’s brow furrowed, concern tightening in his chest. "Did she have dinner at least?"

Edward shook his head with a faint sigh. "No, sir. She didn’t."

Greg exhaled sharply, not hiding his worry. "I see... Alright, I’ll eat in the dining room. But send Hanna to me. I need to know what happened today. She knows Cammy’s pregnancy is fragile, she’s not supposed to be pushing herself like this."

With a nod, Edward turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Greg started heading toward the dining room, but his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Grace’s name flashing on the screen.

He answered immediately, "Yes, Grace?"

[I’m on my way to Dylan’s dorm to pick him up,] Grace’s voice came through, slightly rushed but cheerful. [Everything’s on schedule, so we should arrive there tomorrow evening. I tried calling Cammy, but she didn’t answer. Is she okay?]

"She’s alright," Greg replied, walking slowly toward the dining room. "Just asleep. Worn out. I’ll let her know you called."

There was a brief pause before Grace’s tone shifted, becoming more serious.

[There’s one more thing... Randolph called. It’s about Duncan’s case. Annie’s been begging him to talk to Cammy, to convince her to drop the charges.]

Greg stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening.

"She’s got some nerve," he muttered, his voice low and sharp. "If she has the time to beg, then it’s time we demand what’s mine."

[What do you want me to do?] Grace asked calmly.

Greg’s voice was like ice. "Request a paternity test. If that child is mine, I’ll take full responsibility—but I will not let my child be raised by that manipulative, unstable woman."

[Understood. And Randolph? What do you want me to tell him?] noveldrama

Greg didn’t hesitate. "Tell him no. Our decision is final—we’re moving forward with the case."

[Got it. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.]

The call ended. Greg stared at the screen for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief.

"The audacity of that woman is unbelievable," he muttered.

As he entered the dining room, he found Hanna already waiting for him with a nervous but knowing look on her face. Greg sat down, the aroma of dinner floating around him, but his thoughts were still tangled with worry—for Cammy, for the baby, and now for the child that might be his, even though he was too drunk to remember what really happened that night with Annie.

Greg leaned back slightly, his brows drawn tight as he glanced toward the hallway, clearly still thinking of Cammy. He turned to Hanna, his voice tinged with concern but steady.

"My wife went straight to bed after coming home, according to Edward. What happened at the orphanage? She’s not overworking herself, is she?"

Hanna smiled warmly, folding her hands in front of her as she took a step closer to the table. "Oh no, sir. Not at all. In fact, I’ve never seen her that happy, not since I started working with her. She was glowing today."

Greg’s furrowed expression softened just a bit.

"She was full of energy and really excited," Hanna continued. "We visited the children’s housing first, then the school buildings, and she had so many wonderful ideas. She was laughing, smiling, taking notes, even drawing on the floor plans herself. Everyone was feeding off her enthusiasm."

Greg let out a slow breath, still quietly listening.

"She wasn’t exhausted from work," Hanna assured him with a chuckle. "She got sleepy because Mr. Ricardo Rossi came over and brought a feast with him.

Mrs. Cross ate like a queen during lunch, she had seconds, maybe even thirds. Then before we left the orphanage, Sister Olivia made her try a few local snacks and, well, let’s just say she left with a very full belly."

"She didn’t skip dinner, sir," Hanna added with a grin. "What she had before going home could easily count as two meals. That baby’s growing fast."

Greg couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that, the worry in his eyes beginning to fade. He imagined Cammy, happily chatting with nuns, her arms full of sketches and fabric swatches, then sitting at a long table, enjoying bite after bite of Ric’s cooking, glowing with joy.

"She’s really fallen in love with that place, hasn’t she?" he said softly.

"She has," Hanna said with a nod. "And I think the place is falling in love with her too."

Greg smiled as he picked up his fork. "Good. As long as she’s happy and safe, then that’s all that matters."

Hanna nodded with a warm smile before quietly excusing herself, walking back toward the employee housing Greg and Cammy had thoughtfully provided.

As she stepped out, she couldn’t help but think, ’That’s so sweet of him. He really loves her. Worrying about his wife, even though my husband and I are with her every step of the way...’ Her heart warmed at the quiet tenderness behind Greg’s stern exterior.

Meanwhile, Greg finished his dinner with quick efficiency, his thoughts already pulling him elsewhere. He wiped his mouth, stood from the table, and strode toward his home office.

On his desk lay sketches, photos, notes, and a timeline for the surprise he’d been secretly planning for Cammy, weeks from now. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he reviewed the details. She’s going to love this, he thought.

But just as he was about to finalize a few arrangements, his phone buzzed on the table. The vibration cut through the peaceful silence. He glanced at the screen—and his expression instantly shifted.

The name glaring back at him was one he hadn’t expected... and didn’t want to see.

Annie...

His jaw tightened. That familiar mix of irritation and disbelief welled up again. With a sigh, he picked up the phone, stared at it for a moment longer, then answered with a cold, clipped tone.

"What do you want?"

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