My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 16: Remnants of Last Night

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Cammy woke up before dawn, as she was accustomed to doing. For the past eight years, her routine had been to prepare breakfast for her husband and son. Despite having maids to handle it, she preferred to cook for Duncan and Dylan herself each day before preparing their clothes and things for work and school.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was hit with waves of pain—throughout her body and in her head. She vaguely recalled finishing the last bottles of vodka with Greg the night before, followed by a shower after their second round with her on all fours.

When she tried to sit up, she felt a sharp pain between her legs, prompting her to wrap herself in a blanket while gently massaging her temples. Gradually, more memories from the previous night began to surface.

She remembered doing it again in the shower, then on the sofa after stepping out. ’Oh my God!’ she thought, horrified as she realized it didn’t stop there. The final round happened in bed, after which she recalled nothing, assuming she must have passed out there.

’I’m never drinking that cocktail again as long as I live!’ she vowed to herself.

As she slowly got up, she noticed a sticky substance between her legs, and suddenly, the events of the previous night became crystal clear. Her eyes widened in shock as panic set in.

’Oh fuck! Oh god, oh god, oh god! No, no, no!’ Cammy’s heart raced as she realized they hadn’t used any protection, and she hadn’t been taking her pills since there was no need for them after deciding to leave Duncan for good.

In a frenzy, she searched for her belongings, but all she could find were her dress, heels, and the small pouch she’d brought to the bar with her to put her wallet and phone.

’Where the hell is my underwear?!’ she cursed inwardly, growing frantic as she searched for it. The room was a mess, and that tiny piece of fabric seemed impossible to find in the chaos.

Her heart nearly stopped when Greg groaned and shifted in bed, still asleep. Cammy swallowed hard and quickly slipped into her burgundy dress. ’Forget the underwear; no one will know it’s mine anyway,’ she thought.

Grabbing her pouch and shoes, she quietly tiptoed out of the villa, carefully closing the door behind her.

She nearly sprinted back to her room and frantically searched for the pills she always kept in her mini medicine pouch.

"Damn it, I know it’s too late, but please work," she muttered before downing two pills at once.

She ran her hands over her face in frustration and let out a deep sigh before heading to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of last night’s rendezvous that had dried on her skin.

She gave a quick glance at the bathroom mirror before stepping into the shower but froze and quickly stepped back for a second look.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" she blurted out, staring at the red marks covering her neck, shoulders, and chest. In a panic, she yanked off her dress and inspected the rest of her body, finding even more evidence of their intense night together.

Grinding her teeth, she silently cursed Greg as she recalled the promise he made. "It was surely a fucking unforgettable night, that maniac!" she muttered before stepping into the shower to wash up.

She had planned to return to the city today with Dylan so they could search for an apartment together and visit his school to see if there were any additional supplies he needed. After carefully covering the kiss marks with layers of concealer, foundation, and powder, she put on her usual denim pants and shirt and headed over to Ellie’s house.

When she arrived, she found Ellie in the kitchen preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Ellie! Need any help?" Cammy greeted cheerfully.

Instead of returning the greeting, Ellie frowned and asked, "What happened to you?"

Cammy’s heart raced as she quickly looked around for a mirror, worried that the marks might still be showing. She breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed they were well-hidden.

"Hey! What’s up with you? You’re acting strange. Did you not get the job and drown your sorrows in booze last night?" Ellie questioned.

"Huh?" Cammy was confused by what Ellie was saying. Her head was still throbbing, making it hard to grasp exactly what Ellie was asking. ’Did she find out I was drinking with a guest?’ she wondered nervously.

"I saw the bartender’s text when I woke up," Ellie clarified. "He said you were crying while talking to Ethan and kept asking for more drinks after he left. And then you showed up all cheerful here, which you usually do when you’re nervous because something happened. So, I figured it must be the job interview, right?"

Cammy let out a deep sigh and sank into a dining chair, feeling her knees go weak with relief that Ellie hadn’t uncovered the real reason behind last night’s chaos.

"I got the job and will start on Monday. I cried because I saw Duncan at the mall buying baby stuff. His mistress is probably pregnant, and he’s excited about their baby," Cammy replied, surprised at how casually she said it—no tears, no pain, just a matter-of-fact statement.

"What?! He got that bitch pregnant?! That’s perfect! That alone is proof enough. You don’t even need to go to court. His lawyers will push him to sign the divorce papers since it’s a losing battle for him anyway. Plus, you can demand more when you divide your conjugal properties," Ellie remarked.

"Oh! You’re right, I hadn’t thought of that. You’re a genius, Ellie!" Cammy praised.

Ellie’s expression turned serious again as she took a seat in front of Cammy. "Something’s off with you. You seem different today—happier, not sulking like before. You’re not secretly taking drugs, are you?" Ellie jested.

"Ellie!" Cammy laughed, knowing her friend’s playful side. "I guess I’ve finally accepted things for what they are. I’ve made peace with the fact that letting go is the right choice and that I deserve to be happy. Our marriage was not a happy one to begin with and all these years I was just fooling myself that it was normal and it was fine.

My mother’s words had a big influence on it. When she said no marriage was perfect and what was happening to us was normal, I believed her. I ignored all the red flags that Duncan was showing because I loved him and our family.

Duncan is a manipulative man and he made me believe that he loves me and our family. Even made me believe that he loves my parents as his own because he has none. But now, we all know that it was a lie. Most likely, he only used me to get into my father’s company for his own benefit.

I’ve also realized that there are other men out there who could love me after I divorce Duncan. And even if there aren’t, I will never go back to him. My mind is made up—I’m leaving my husband."

"You’re leaving Daddy? But why?"

Cammy’s heart stopped as both women froze, staring at each other in shock after hearing the small voice from behind them.