My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 157: One Step Ahead

Grace arrived just as the food was delivered to Greg’s office, wasting no time as she stepped inside. Her expression was serious, her posture stiff—she clearly meant business.

Cammy, who was setting the food and drinks on the coffee table, looked up and offered a small smile. "I hope you like Chinese rice boxes," she greeted, trying to lighten the mood.

Grace barely hesitated. "Yes, I do. It’s actually the best choice for today. We need to get straight to the point." She grabbed a box, sat on the sofa, and motioned for Cammy to do the same. "Let’s eat quickly."

Cammy furrowed her brows. "Are you sure you don’t want to talk while eating?" she asked, sensing the urgency in Grace’s tone.

"No, Cammy," Grace said firmly. "I don’t think you’ll have the appetite once you hear what I have to say. Let’s get this over with first."

A heavy silence filled the room as Cammy nodded and quietly ate, her mind already bracing for whatever storm Grace was about to bring.

As soon as they finished lunch, Grace wasted no time. She pulled out a thick folder filled with documents her team had compiled and spread them across the table in front of Cammy.

Cammy’s fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with every sentence. Gasp after gasp escaped her lips, the weight of the words sinking into her chest like stones.

Her breath hitched as she slammed the final document onto the table. "How is this even possible, Grace?!" she cried, her voice shaking with rage and disbelief. "Haven’t they done enough? Is destroying my life not enough for them? Now they want to ruin Dylan’s too?" Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over.

Grace exhaled heavily, her heart aching for her friend. She stood, moved to Cammy’s side, and took her hands in a firm but comforting grip. "I’m so sorry, Cammy. I knew Duncan was ruthless, but your own mother?" She shook her head, her expression dark. "This isn’t just betrayal—it’s cruelty at its finest. Lowkey modern torture."

Cammy clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "There has to be a way to stop this. I can’t let them take control of my shares, and I sure as hell won’t let them gain guardianship over Dylan and me. And my mother—how could she just hand over authority of her and my father’s shares so easily? What the hell is she thinking?!"

Grace let out another sigh, her expression grim. "I hear you, Cammy, but the law is on their side when it comes to your father. Your mother is his legal guardian, which means she has the right to make decisions for him." She squeezed Cammy’s hands reassuringly. "But don’t lose hope. My team is already working on this. We’ll fight back."

Cammy swallowed the lump in her throat, her whole body tense. She wasn’t just fighting for herself anymore—she was fighting for Dylan, for her father, for everything that was rightfully hers. And she wasn’t about to lose.

Cammy’s hands shook as she gripped the document, her breath coming in short, furious bursts. "This is fake!" she spat, slamming the papers onto the table. "I know Duncan blackmailed my doctors. They would never release a statement like this against me. This was never in my records."

Grace nodded grimly. "I thought as much. That’s why I needed to talk to you face-to-face—to confirm whether any part of these allegations was even remotely true."

Cammy squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply through her nose. A storm of painful memories threatened to swallow her whole. She had spent years trying to bury them, but now, they were clawing their way back to the surface, tearing open wounds she had barely managed to stitch together.

After a long pause, she exhaled shakily and spoke. "Some of it... is true." Her voice wavered. "I was diagnosed with clinical depression after my father’s stroke. And... after I found messages—intimate messages—from other women on Duncan’s phone."

She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. "That was the beginning of my suspicions. The beginning of the nightmare."

Her hands balled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to go on. "It got worse when Duncan—" Her voice broke, but she pressed forward. "He forced himself on me when I confronted him. He told me I was paranoid, that it was all in my head. But it wasn’t. I knew it wasn’t."

Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "The depression didn’t go away, not even when I found out I was pregnant. But for a while, it got easier. I was carrying twins, Grace. Twins." Her voice cracked on the last word.

Grace sucked in a sharp breath, her face filled with anguish.

"But then everything collapsed," Cammy continued, her voice hollow. "My father’s company was on the brink of bankruptcy, and Duncan had to travel constantly—at least, that’s what he said.

More evidence of his affairs kept surfacing, and I... I cried every single day." Her fingers trembled. "Stress and grief consumed me, and in the end... I gave birth too soon. Too soon." A tear slipped down her cheek. "My babies didn’t make it."

Grace shook her head in sheer disbelief, her expression a mixture of sorrow and fury. "Cammy... I don’t even have words. The people who were supposed to protect you—your own husband, your own family—they betrayed you in the worst possible way."

She reached over and grasped Cammy’s hand. "I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of this."

Cammy let out a bitter laugh, though it was laced with pure despair. "I don’t know how we’re going to fight this, Grace. My psychiatrist was my mother’s friend.

I never asked for any official medical certifications because I never thought I’d need them. She has all my records, and if Duncan got to her first..." Her voice faltered as fresh tears spilled over.

For the first time since the conversation started, she broke down completely, her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body. "I don’t know what to do anymore."

Grace pulled her into a firm, reassuring embrace. "You’re not alone in this, Cammy. We will find a way."

But deep down, Cammy wasn’t sure if there was a way out.

Grace leaned forward, her brows furrowed in deep thought. "Something isn’t adding up here, Cammy. Why is Duncan so determined to take CorEx from your family? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

It’s not even a company with massive earning potential. It’s almost like profit isn’t his goal. There has to be another reason—something bigger, something deeper that’s driving him."

Cammy exhaled heavily, the weight of past memories pressing down on her. "His father used to work with mine. They were close—best friends, even. But then his father got sick. It happened so fast. He couldn’t return to work, and soon after... he died."

Grace’s interest piqued instantly. She straightened in her seat, grabbed her phone, and opened the recording app. Her instincts told her that whatever Cammy was about to say was important.

"Tell me more," she urged, her tone sharp with curiosity. "You said his father got sick—do you know how? What happened to him?"

Cammy frowned, trying to recall details buried in the past. "I was really young, so I don’t know everything. But after Duncan’s father passed, his mother and baby brother disappeared from our lives.

We didn’t see or hear from them for years. Then, out of nowhere, my father got a call from a social worker asking if he wanted to foster or adopt Duncan before they placed him in an orphanage."

Grace’s eyes narrowed. "An orphanage? Why would they send him there? What happened to his mother and brother?"

A shadow passed over Cammy’s face. "They died," she said quietly. "From untreated medical conditions. They couldn’t afford proper treatment, and whatever illness they had... it got worse. They never stood a chance."

Grace sucked in a sharp breath, her mind racing. No money for treatment... abandoned... taken in by Cammy’s father...

"My father took Duncan in as a foster child," Cammy continued. "He never legally adopted him, so he got to keep his last name and remain in his original family registry. But my father treated him like his own son. He gave him everything.

Duncan never even worked at CorEx. From the beginning, he told my father he wanted to start his own business, and my father supported him."

Grace leaned back, deep in thought. "Did they ever fight?"

Cammy shook her head without hesitation. "Never. My father loved Duncan. He was so happy when Duncan proposed to me. He actually cried and said it was a dream come true—that now, he and Duncan’s father were truly family." A bitter smile played on her lips. "My father thought Duncan was a blessing."

Grace drummed her fingers against her knee, her mind working through the pieces. "What if Duncan isn’t trying to take CorEx out of greed? What if he wants to protect it—for your father’s sake?"

Cammy tilted her head, considering the thought.

But just as quickly, Grace shook it off. "No," she said firmly. "I know that’s not the case."

Cammy raised a brow. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because," Grace said, her voice filled with doubt, "he refused the financial help I requested for your parents in the divorce settlement. If he cared about CorEx out of respect for your father, he would have at least considered it."

Grace’s lips pressed into a thin line. "He doesn’t want CorEx for your father. He wants it for himself. And there’s something—something huge—that he’s hiding. That’s what we need to uncover. Because that secret?"

She met Cammy’s gaze with sharp determination. "That’s the key to stopping him. Once we figure it out, we’ll finally be one step ahead of him."