My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 201: The Test

Just as Cammy and Felicity were exchanging stories, Cammy’s phone buzzed—an alert from the courier app.

"It’s here," she said, rising from her chair, the familiar rush of adrenaline returning. The DNA test kit had arrived, and she immediately took it from the courier.

Without hesitation, Felicity and Ric stood up with her. "We’re coming with you," Felicity said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Cammy gave her a grateful look but said nothing—just nodded.

The three of them made their way out of the hospital café and through the long, glass-enclosed walkway that connected the main building to the DNA Testing Facility.

A modern, sterile structure tucked discreetly behind Arlon Medical Center. The air outside was crisp, charged with tension, as though the universe itself knew what was at stake.

Inside the lab, the receptionist took the kit with clinical efficiency. The entire process—from documentation to sealing the samples—was done under Cammy’s watchful eye.

She could feel Ric and Felicity standing behind her like sentinels, their presence grounding her through the storm inside.

As soon as the paperwork was signed and the test officially underway, the three made their way back to the car. The silence between them was heavy, filled with thoughts none of them dared speak just yet.

"We’ll drop you off first," Cammy said to Felicity as they got in Ric’s SUV. "You’ve done enough already."

Felicity smiled softly, placing a hand over Cammy’s for a moment. "Call me when you know something. I’ll be praying for clarity... and peace, no matter what the results say."

Once they pulled up to Felicity’s home—a charming large Victorian home not far from the hospital—Cammy hugged her again, tighter this time. Felicity gave Ric a meaningful look before stepping out.

Now, it was just Ric and Cammy.

The city lights danced across the windshield as they drove toward the towering glass-and-steel building where Cammy’s parents lived—a high-rise penthouse in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city.

Cammy stared out the window, silent, her thoughts swirling. Ric respected that silence, his hands steady on the wheel, his jaw tight with unspoken questions.

When they arrived at the penthouse, Cammy hesitated at the door. "You want to come up?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.

Ric blinked, surprised, but nodded. "Of course."

The elevator ride was tense, both of them bracing for whatever might come next. The doors slid open into the sprawling penthouse—elegant, spotless, and filled with that cold sort of luxury that always made Cammy feel like a guest in her own childhood home.

And then... there she was.

Monica Watson.

Standing in the living room, already nursing a glass of red wine, as if she’d been expecting them all along.

Her eyes met Cammy’s—and lingered, just long enough for the tension to spark between them. But Cammy turned away, calling out, "Dad? I’m home," she said the moment she saw Peter Watson in a wheelchair watching TV with Dylan.

"I miss you, Daddy! Can we talk?" she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady.

Peter smiled and closed his eyes after nodding a bit, indicating a yes to Cammy’s question.

Cammy glanced at Ric and said, "I’ll be right back, play with Dylan for a while."

She then quickly held on to his wheelchair and pulled him away from the living room.

As father and daughter retreated to the balcony for a moment of privacy, Ric saw his opportunity. He approached Monica, his voice low but sharp, slicing through the false calm of the penthouse like a razor.

"I’m going to ask you something, Monica," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "And I need the truth."

Monica’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if amused by the gall.

"Is Cammy really Greg’s sister?" Ric asked, his voice now a whisper of danger. "Or are you planning to alter the results?"

For a beat, Monica said nothing. Her grip tightened around the wine glass, the muscles in her jaw twitching ever so slightly.

Then she smiled. But it wasn’t a smile of warmth—it was the kind of smile that meant something darker was at play.

And Ric knew, in that moment, that the real story was far more twisted than any of them had imagined.

The soft clink of glass doors sliding shut sealed Cammy and her father off from the rest of the penthouse.

The city skyline stretched before them in a sea of light and shadow, but Cammy’s focus was only on the man seated in the thick-cushioned chair beside the balcony table.

Peter Watson.

Her father.

The man who built CorEx from nothing but blood, grit, and sleepless nights—and who now sat slightly hunched, his left arm limp at his side, the consequence of the stroke that had silenced most of his speech but never his presence.

His eyes met hers, warm but tired. Always tired now.

Cammy knelt beside him, taking his good hand into both of hers. "Dad," she said gently, forcing a smile. "I’m going to get CorEx back."

Peter’s brow furrowed, and he tried to speak. The words struggled out, slurred, breathy, but still recognizable.

"No... Cammy... no fight..."

Cammy shook her head, her grip tightening. "I have to," she said, the steel in her voice barely tempered by emotion. "Duncan stole it from us. I don’t care how clever he was, or how legal he made it look. It was manipulation. He took advantage of you when you were at your weakest, and I won’t let him get away with that."

Peter exhaled slowly, blinking as he struggled to raise his hand to his temple. "Stress... not for you..."

"I can handle stress," Cammy said, rising now, pacing across the balcony as the wind picked up, stirring her hair like the tide before a storm. "What I can’t handle is sitting by while Duncan plays puppet master with everything we worked for. I’m taking CorEx back.

I’ve already started. I’ve contacted our legal team. He thinks I’m weak, that I’ll stay quiet for Dylan’s sake—but I won’t. I’ll make sure we never have to rely on him again."

Peter reached out, eyes pleading. "Cammy... please. Be happy... with Dylan. Forget... Duncan. Take... the money. Done is done."

Her heart clenched. She dropped to her knees again, taking his hand, tears beginning to pool in her eyes—but her voice remained firm.

"I love you, Dad. I love Dylan more than anything. But I can’t pretend everything’s fine. I can’t take hush money and walk away while that man uses your name, your company, my future, to buy everything he wants and feed his ego. CorEx isn’t just business—it’s ours. Yours. Mine."

Peter blinked hard, his jaw trembling as he tried to speak again, but the stroke held him hostage.

Cammy pressed her forehead against the back of his hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You gave everything for that company. I won’t let Duncan bury it—and I sure as hell won’t let him define my life, or Dylan’s. I’m going to fix this. You just watch me."

They stayed like that for a long moment. Inside, Monica’s quiet tension hummed through the walls, and Ric was digging deeper into the dark.

Cammy closed her eyes.

War was coming.

And she was ready to burn down everything to win it.