My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 314: The Truth

Three days had passed since the chaos that nearly cost lives. Duncan had been stabilized, operated on, and now finally cleared to move out of the ICU. But nothing could have prepared him for what—or who—was waiting in his private room.

"Daddy!" a young voice cried out, filled with both joy and relief.

Duncan’s heart nearly stopped.

The moment he opened his eyes, there he was. At the foot of his hospital bed, he saw Dylan, eyes wide, smile brighter than the fluorescent lights above. Without waiting for permission, Dylan rushed over, hugging his chest carefully, mindful of the bandages.

"Are you okay now?" Dylan asked, looking up with tear-glossed eyes.

Duncan managed a smile despite the pain in his side. "Not a hundred percent... but the doctors say I’m out of danger now. Especially after that hug."

In the doorway stood Cammy, hands touching her big baby bump, face soft but unreadable. "He insisted on being here the moment he found out you were being transferred," she said gently.

Duncan looked at her, his heart swelling with gratitude and guilt all at once. "Thank you... for allowing this. For letting me see him, even after everything. I know I lost my rights."

Cammy stepped further into the room, her expression resolute.

"Don’t thank me," she said calmly, yet with a firm edge to her tone. "I’m not doing this for you, Duncan. I’m doing this for Dylan—and for myself."

Duncan’s smile slowly faded, replaced by focused curiosity.

"I want us to be co-parents," Cammy continued, her voice steady and clear, like someone who had already made up her mind long before speaking. "Are you willing to do that?"

Duncan blinked. "I know the word... but what does that mean exactly for us? How do we do it, you and me?"

Cammy met his gaze directly. No fear. No hesitation. She had lived through enough chaos. Now, she was taking control of her life.

"It means we don’t need the court to dictate how to raise our son. Dylan will stay with me, but I won’t stop you from having your time with him. You want weekends? Holidays? Let me know. He’ll have a nanny and security with him whenever he’s in your care. That’s non-negotiable."

Duncan listened intently, his throat dry, his chest rising and falling not just from the pain, but from the intensity of what he was hearing.

"You can come to his school events. Drop by anytime you want—as long as you’re clean, sober, and show up like the father he deserves."

She stepped even closer now. "Also... Greg agreed not to adopt him. He’ll keep your last name. You’re still his legal father unless you choose to walk away. So tell me now, Duncan—are you in or out?"

The silence was deafening.

Duncan stared at her, astonished. This wasn’t the Cammy he used to know—the timid woman who second-guessed every decision, who clung to apologies and excuses. No, the woman standing in front of him now was iron-willed, calm, commanding. She was no longer afraid of her own voice.

And worse—for Duncan, at least—every word she spoke had already cornered him with only two choices: yes or no. Nothing in between.

And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, Duncan understood what true accountability felt like.

He looked at Dylan, who was still holding his hand, trusting him completely.

His voice trembled as he spoke.

"...I’m in."

"Alright, good," Cammy replied, her voice soft but filled with a hint of anticipation. "But... there’s more. And I hope you’re ready for it."

Duncan tilted his head, puzzled. Before he could ask, Cammy turned toward the door and pulled it open.

A moment later, Greg entered the room, gently pushing a wheelchair. And sitting in it—frail but smiling—was Peter.

Duncan’s breath hitched the moment their eyes met.

Greg rolled the chair until it faced Duncan directly. Peter gave him a smile—one that was warm, fatherly, and achingly familiar.

Then Greg turned to Dylan, who was still standing close to Duncan’s bed. "Come on, buddy," Greg said gently. "How about we find something downstairs your dad can eat? I hear the hospital café has those chocolate muffins you love."

Dylan nodded excitedly and took Greg’s hand without question. Before stepping out, he gave his father one last quick hug. "I’ll be back, Daddy!"

And then they were gone—leaving Duncan, Cammy, and Peter in the room, silence stretching like a tight string.

"Peter..." Duncan whispered, stunned. His voice cracked under the weight of emotion, and his eyes began to sting with tears.

Peter smiled gently. "How are you, son?"

That single word—son—shattered the composure Duncan had been clinging to. A tear escaped, slipping down his cheek despite his best effort to hold it back. He tilted his head back, pinched the bridge of his nose, and exhaled sharply.

"Oh God..." he muttered. "I don’t think I deserve to be called that anymore. Legally... I’m not your son-in-law. Not part of the family."

Peter shook his head and reached out a hand toward him, voice unwavering. "Legality has never dictated love, Duncan. You were never just Cammy’s husband to me. You’re my best friend’s son. And even if life went sideways, you will always be family."

Duncan looked at Peter’s weathered, outstretched hand—fingers trembling from age, not hesitation. Slowly, he reached out and grasped it, overwhelmed by the simple grace of forgiveness.

"I... I’ve made so many mistakes. Hurt so many people," Duncan said, voice breaking.

"You have," Peter agreed, eyes kind but firm. "But you also took a bullet protecting my daughter. You saved your son from a madwoman. You didn’t run. That counts for something."

Cammy stood quietly by the window, letting the two of them have their moment—but she couldn’t stop the tears from pooling in her eyes either.

Peter gave Duncan’s hand a squeeze. "This isn’t about forgetting the past, son. It’s about owning it—and choosing to be better."

Duncan nodded, his throat tightening as he tried to keep himself from breaking down. His hands trembled slightly, fingers curling against the bed sheet as he struggled to keep his composure. noveldrama

Then Peter spoke again—calm, certain, and yet solemn. "The reason I came today isn’t just to see you, Duncan. It’s to give you something that once meant everything to me."

Duncan looked at Peter, eyes red-rimmed, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I’ve decided to hand over CorEx to you," Peter said.

Duncan blinked, stunned and silent.

Peter raised a hand to stop the protest already forming on Duncan’s lips. "But there’s one condition. Cammy and Dylan’s shares stay untouched. No dilution, no reallocation. If someday you remarry, and you have other children, it’s your decision if you want to give them shares. But Cammy and Dylan’s stake in that company remains—permanent and protected."

Duncan stared at him, struggling to understand what he just heard. "I... I don’t get it. After everything I did... why? Why would you trust me with your company? Why are you giving it to me?" His voice cracked at the edges. "Are you sure about this?"

Peter’s expression was unwavering, resolute. "Duncan, believe me, this wasn’t a decision made overnight. We talked. Cammy, Greg, even Grace. And we all came to the same conclusion: You’re still the best person to run CorEx. You know it inside out. You’re not just a numbers man—you’re a visionary when you let your demons go."

Duncan shook his head slowly, still bewildered. "But... you could give it to anyone. Sell it. Keep it. Hand it to Greg, he’s more qualified than I am—"

"Greg is already running his own empire," Cammy interrupted gently. "And as for me... I’ve found a different kind of purpose—one that gives back, not just earns. The orphanage... being there, helping kids—it’s the life I didn’t know I needed."

Cammy stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. "And I agree with him. I don’t want the company, Duncan. I don’t need it. My happiness is here—with Dylan, with my family, with the children I care for. Letting go of CorEx is freedom. And giving it to you... is closure."

Duncan was silent for a long beat, his mind spinning with everything they just said.

Then he exhaled slowly and turned his eyes back to Peter.

"If I’m going to take this on—if you truly want me to run CorEx again—then I need something in return," Duncan said quietly.

Peter’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What is it?"

"I want the truth," Duncan said, voice low and deliberate. "Everything. No more secrets. No more half-answers. I want to know what really happened back then. With your family. With my family."

Peter sat back in his wheelchair and nodded, a faint glint of something unreadable in his eyes. "Fair enough," he said. "If we’re going to rebuild... it should begin with the truth."