My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 183: Dylan’s Fury

"Dylan!" Cammy’s voice echoed through the hospital corridor as she sprinted after her son. Her pulse pounded, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She spotted him just ahead, standing frozen in front of the elevator with his nanny. The doors were still closed, and the elevator was stuck on another floor.

’Thank God!’ she thought inwardly.

"Dylan!" she called again, her voice thick with urgency, with desperation.

This time, he turned.

The moment his tear-streaked face met hers, Cammy felt something inside her break. His wide, wounded eyes, brimming with betrayal, with heartbreak—it was a sight no mother should ever have to witness.

"Mommy..." His voice cracked as a sob escaped him, and before she could even reach him, he was already moving—hobbling toward her on unsteady crutches, his entire body trembling.

Cammy dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, arms wide open, catching him the moment he reached her. She pulled him close, wrapping him in the fiercest embrace she could muster, as if holding him tightly enough could somehow shield him from the pain.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice shaking, her hand cradling the back of his head. "Mommy’s here. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you."

Dylan buried his face against her shoulder, his sobs muffled against her as his small body heaved with heartbreak. "Mommy, I—I saw Daddy..." His breath hitched. "He was kissing that woman." His fingers clutched at her shirt, clinging to her as if letting go meant falling apart completely.

Cammy shut her eyes, willing herself to stay strong.

"I’m sorry, Mommy," Dylan whimpered, his words choked and uneven. "I—I’m sorry Daddy hurt you. He’s a liar!" His voice cracked with anger, with devastation. "He—he doesn’t love us anymore! I hate him! He is not my Daddy anymore!"

Cammy inhaled sharply, her throat tightening so painfully it hurt to breathe.

Oh, how she wished she could take this pain from him, wished she could erase the cruel truth he had been forced to see.

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, hugging him even tighter, rocking him slightly as if she could lull away the agony.

"No, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice gentle yet unwavering. "Daddy’s choices have nothing to do with you. You are so loved. And no matter what happens, I will always be here. I will never leave you. But you are Daddy’s firstborn, he will always love you." novelbuddy.cσ๓

Dylan sobbed harder, gripping onto her as though she was the only steady thing left in his world.

And maybe, right now—she was.

"No!" Dylan sobbed, his voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. "He doesn’t love me! He lied! I hate him so much! I hate that woman!" His small hands clenched into fists, his entire body shaking with the weight of emotions far too heavy for his little heart to bear.

Cammy’s chest ached, the rawness in his voice slicing through her like a blade.

"Oh, honey," she whispered, her voice trembling with so much emotion. She cupped his tear-streaked face in her hands, forcing herself to steady even as she felt like breaking alongside him.

"My love, please... calm down." Her own tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. Not now. Not when he needed her to be strong.

She brushed his damp curls away from his face, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I hate seeing you like this," she murmured, barely above a whisper.

"I love you so much, baby. So, so much. And I know you’re hurting, I know you’re angry... but please, don’t let hate take root in your heart. Don’t let it grow inside you. Let me be enough for you right now, just for this moment."

"You are enough, Mommy." He collapsed against her, wrapping his small arms around her with such force that it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.

But she didn’t care.

If his crushing embrace was the only way to ease even a fraction of his pain, then she would gladly bear it.

She closed her eyes, holding him as tightly as he held her, feeling the desperate way he clung to her—like she was the last steady thing in his world.

"Dylan!"

The name cut through the air like a blade, making both Dylan and Cammy stiffen.

That voice.

The last voice they wanted to hear at that moment.

Duncan.

He was rushing toward them, his strides urgent, his expression frantic—like a man trying to stop a disaster already in motion.

Dylan’s teary eyes snapped open, locking onto his father’s.

Duncan’s gaze was filled with worry, desperation even. But Dylan’s?

His were filled with fury.

A kind of fury Duncan had never seen in his son before.

The sheer intensity of it stopped him in his tracks, as if an invisible wall had slammed down between them. He didn’t move another step as he watched Cammy gently wipe the tears from Dylan’s cheeks before rising to her feet.

She turned to face him, standing firm, her son clinging to her hand.

And in that moment, Duncan saw it.

Saw everything he had destroyed.

The hatred that he had buried deep in his heart because of his dead family was the same hatred that broke apart the family that he had now.

The two people who had once been his whole world—standing together, united by heartbreak, by betrayal.

Memories of their happier days, of laughter-filled mornings and bedtime stories, of a family whole and unbroken, flashed through his mind in an instant.

’What have I done?’ he asked himself in disbelief.

Swallowing hard, he took a cautious step forward. "Dylan, my son... can we talk?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying the panic creeping into his chest. "I can explain everything. Just give me some time and let’s talk about it."

But before he could take another step—

The elevator chimed.

And in a flash, Dylan gripped his crutch tighter—then swung it with all his might.

The hard metal struck Duncan’s shin with a force neither Cammy nor Duncan ever expected from the boy.

"Ouch!" Duncan yelped, doubling over, gripping his leg in pain.

Cammy gasped, her eyes widening as she clamped a hand over her mouth. Shock flooded through her. Her Dylan—her kind, sweet, good-hearted boy—had never lashed out like this before.

But Dylan wasn’t sorry.

Not even a little.

His little chest heaved, his breath ragged with unfiltered rage. His entire body trembled, but not from fear. From betrayal.

His lips quivered, but his words were steady. Sharp. Final.

"I am not your son anymore!" he spat, his voice pained with heartbreak. "I hate you very much! Don’t ever talk to me anymore! Don’t talk to my Mommy!"

And with that, he turned on his crutches, grabbing a fistful of Cammy’s skirt like he had when he was small. Seeking comfort, seeking home.

"Let’s go home, Mommy," he murmured, his voice trembling on the edge of silence.

Cammy’s heart clenched painfully, but she nodded, wrapping an arm around his small shoulders as they walked away—leaving Duncan frozen in place, watching them slip further and further from his grasp.

And for the first time in his life, Duncan realized—

This was a wound he might never be able to heal.