My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 307: Just A Little Treat

It was a little past lunch when Cammy and Greg decided to head out. They wanted to buy something special for Dylan before meeting him and Grace at the airport, just a small gift, something thoughtful to welcome their boy back home.

They had just buckled into the car when Cammy’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and showed it to Greg. It was Atty. Randolf Evans.

Cammy answered with a warm voice and put it on speaker. "Attorney Evans, good afternoon. How’s everything going?"

[Well, first of all, thank you again, Cammy, for making that call to the judge,] Randolf began, his tone surprisingly moved. [She was so touched by your decision that she personally pulled some strings to speed up the release process. I’m sitting beside Duncan right now in the car. He’s officially a free man. It’s done.]

There was a small pause, as if even Randolf was taking in the weight of the moment.

[And it’s all because of your kindness, Cammy. So thank you... Even if it means I lost my chance to drag this case out and earn more money!] he added with a light laugh.

Cammy and Greg both chuckled, the tension in the car easing a little.

"Can I talk to him?" Cammy asked gently, her voice suddenly quieter.

Greg turned his head, a little surprised, but when their eyes met, he gave her a small, supportive nod. No words needed. He trusted her heart.

On the other end of the line, Randolf hesitated, then smiled knowingly. [Uh... yeah, sure.] He handed the phone over.

[Hey... I don’t really know what to say... but... thank you,] Duncan said softly.

Cammy’s heart squeezed at the sound of his voice—familiar, yet distant now. The kind of familiarity that used to feel like home, but no longer did. She didn’t love Duncan in the same way anymore, but there was still love there.

The kind that lingers for someone who once shared your dreams and pain. The kind of love that reshapes itself into quiet compassion, into forgiveness.

He will always be family to her, the friend that she used to have when they were younger.

"You’re welcome," she said sincerely. "How are you holding up?"

[Besides looking like a mountain hermit with this beard and hair? I’m okay,] Duncan joked lightly. [How about you? And Dylan?]

Cammy glanced at Greg again, who gave her an encouraging smile. She held his gaze as she answered, "We’re doing well. Actually... Dylan is arriving tonight. That’s where we’re headed now—just stopping to pick up a gift for him."

There was a beat of silence, then she added, "Would you like to come with us to the airport? To greet him together?"

Greg watched her, quietly proud of the woman beside him. It wasn’t just the forgiveness in her words—it was the gentleness, the maturity, and the courage it took to offer peace where there had been pain.

On the other end of the line, Duncan blinked fast, trying hard to hold back the wave of emotion that suddenly hit him.

[You’d... you’d let me do that?] he asked, his voice slightly cracking.

Cammy smiled softly, even though he couldn’t see it. "Of course. He’s your son. And this is his moment, not ours. I am sure he will be happy to see you as well."

[Send me the details of his flight. I’ll go home and clean myself up first. He might cry if he sees how wild I look right now,] Duncan joked lightly, his voice softer this time—grateful, humbled.

Cammy smiled, the warmth in her chest growing. "Alright. We’ll see you at the airport," she said before gently ending the call. Without missing a beat, she tapped into her phone and sent over Dylan’s flight details.

Greg turned to her with a playful smile. "Shall we go?"

Cammy nodded eagerly. "What do you think we should buy for Dylan? That kid already has almost everything."

Greg chuckled. "Hmm... what about a water gun? It’s summer, and I can already picture him running around the yard, spraying everyone."

Cammy laughed. "That’s perfect. But let’s keep it simple, alright? Nothing over the top."

"Deal," Greg said with a wink. "Actually... why don’t we get a few extras for the other kids at the estate, too? Dylan won’t enjoy it as much if he’s playing alone."

Cammy’s eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, I love that idea! And while we’re at it... Since the judge gave me a free day today, can we get something for the babies, too? Just a little treat?"

Greg couldn’t help but laugh at her growing excitement. "Anything you want, my love. Let’s do it all."

He reached for her hand, kissed it tenderly, then smiled before stepping on the gas. The car rolled forward, not just toward the store—but toward a memory they were about to make, one wrapped in joy, healing, and a love that kept growing in the most unexpected ways.

A few hours later...

Greg pushed the oversized cart through the parking lot, nearly buried behind a mountain of boxes. The department store had kindly lent them the cart after realizing there was no way the couple could carry everything they bought on their own.

"You said, ’just a little treat,’ Cammy... This is not what I had in mind," Greg said, squinting as he tried to navigate around pedestrians, the towering stack of toys and baby essentials completely blocking his line of sight.

Beside him, Cammy walked with a light spring in her step, cradling a few paper bags filled with baby clothes. She laughed at his good-natured complaints.

"Well, I don’t know if I’ll ever get another day like this again during my probation period. And with everything I have to juggle... our baby, the orphanage, and the clothes designing—I figured, why not take full advantage of today?" she said, grinning.

"If I’d known you were planning this grand shopping spree, I would’ve brought Hannah and Roger for backup," Greg muttered, shaking his head, but there was no irritation in his voice, only amusement and affection.

"Less whining, Mr. Cross, more pushing!" Cammy teased, skipping a few steps ahead and looking back with a playful wink.

As they reached the car and began loading the bags and boxes into the trunk, Greg’s phone began to ring. He was crouched awkwardly with a box of diapers in his arms.

"Love, can you get that for me?" he asked, nodding toward the phone in his pocket.

Cammy pulled it out and glanced at the screen. "It’s Grace... That’s odd. Shouldn’t they still be in the plane?"

Greg stood up straight, his brows furrowing. "Put it on speaker. Let’s see what’s going on."

Cammy answered the call and held the phone between them.

"Grace? Are you still on the plane?" Greg asked.

But instead of a calm response, Grace’s panicked voice rang out from the speaker: noveldrama

"Oh God, Greg—I’m so sorry! I meant to call Cammy, but I didn’t want to scare her. Dylan... Dylan is missing!"

The air shifted in an instant. Cammy’s heart dropped as the paper bag slid from her hands, and Greg’s face went pale, frozen as the words echoed in the air between them.