My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 186: Good Heart

Duncan’s voice wavered, heavy with desperation. "Cammy, please... just give me this chance. Let me explain everything to him. If you want, we can do it together. But please... he’s the only family I have left."

His words struck a nerve, sharp and unforgiving.

Cammy’s breath hitched. Her stomach twisted violently, a surge of nausea rising in her throat.

Her eyes darkened as she took a slow, deliberate step toward him.

She nudged him on the shoulder, poking angrily, and violently.

"Your only family left?" she echoed, her voice trembling with a fury that was barely restrained.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips—sharp, hollow, and dripping with disbelief.

"How dare you say that?" she seethed, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

Duncan flinched, but she wasn’t done.

"I was your family too, Duncan. I was your wife. I chose you. I loved you. I built a life with you. And what did you do?" Her voice cracked, but she pressed on, her anger drowning out the pain.

"You threw it all away like it meant nothing to you."

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not now.

Not for him.

She shook her head, a cold, hollow smile tugging at her lips.

"You had a family," she whispered, voice covered in raw heartbreak. "But you destroyed it with your own two hands, just because you can’t keep your dick inside your pants!"

"It’s not like that, Cammy, please," Duncan continued to beg.

"Mommy?"

The small, innocent voice cut through the suffocating tension like a blade.

Everyone’s heads snapped toward the open front door.

There, standing with wide, curious eyes, was Cassey.

"Dylan said we could play the game he made on his laptop," she chirped, oblivious to the thick hostility in the air. "He sent me to get it from his room."

A silence heavier than stone settled over the room—until Duncan broke it.

"Where is Dylan, little princess?"

His sudden, urgent tone made Cassey blink in confusion.

She didn’t notice the frantic way her mother was shaking her head by the sofa, silently pleading for her not to answer.

Innocently, Cassey pointed toward the hallway.

"He’s in our living room with the—"

She never got to finish her sentence.

Duncan was already gone.

Like a man possessed, he stormed out of Cammy’s apartment, his feet pounding against the floor as he made a beeline for the open door across the hall.

"No!" Cammy’s scream shattered the moment as she bolted after him, heart slamming against her ribs.

Greg was right behind her, his face a mask of determination.

Cassey jolted, startled by the sudden commotion.

"What’s going on?" she asked, her little voice shadowed with worry and fear.

Eve didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her daughter’s hand and gently pulled her away from the chaos.

"Come here, love," she murmured, keeping her voice soft but firm. "Let’s not get in their way."

"But—"

"No questions right now, sweetheart," Eve cut in, leading her toward their apartment. "Go to your room. I promise I’ll explain later, okay?"

Cassey hesitated but nodded, her trust in her mother unwavering.

Meanwhile, in Eve’s apartment, Dylan’s breath hitched at the sight of his father barreling toward him.

His small hands tightened around the fabric of his nanny’s dress as he instinctively hid behind her, pressing himself against her back as if she could shield him from the storm that was Duncan.

His father had come for him.

But Dylan didn’t want to see him.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

"Get away from me! I don’t like you anymore! I hate you!"

Dylan’s voice rang out, raw and filled with pain, his small hands clenched into fists around the handles of his crutches and his nanny’s skirt.

Duncan flinched as if he had been struck.

"Dylan, please," he pleaded, totally desperate. "Daddy just wants to explain. Just give me a chance to tell you everything. That’s all I ask. If, after this, you still don’t want to see me, I’ll accept it. But please... just hear my side."

Cammy’s heart ached at the sight of her son’s tear-streaked face and his father’s broken expression.

She wiped her own tears away, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to think clearly.

She couldn’t let her emotions control her—not now.

Dylan’s well-being was the only thing that mattered. Not Duncan’s pride. Not hers.

Even though every fiber of her ego wanted to shut Duncan out, to punish him for his betrayal, she knew that wasn’t the answer. Dylan deserved to have a voice in this, and more than anything, she needed to protect him—not just from pain but from carrying hatred in his heart.

With quiet determination, she stepped forward and placed a hand on Duncan’s shoulder.

"Let me."

Duncan looked at her, his eyes searching hers.

"Let’s do this the right way. Can we agree on that?"

For a long moment, Duncan didn’t move. Then, slowly, he nodded.

Cammy turned to Eve.

"Eve, I need a favor."

Her newfound best friend straightened immediately, ready to do whatever was needed.

"Can you take Duncan to my apartment for a bit while I talk to Dylan? we will be there as soon as I can."

Eve hesitated only for a second before nodding.

"Of course."

She turned to Duncan and gestured for him to follow her. With one last look at his son, Duncan walked away, his steps slow, as if each one weighed him down.

Once they were gone, Cammy knelt in front of Dylan.

Before she could say a word, he dropped his crutches and threw himself into her arms, clutching her as if she were the only thing holding him together.

"Mommy, I don’t want to talk to Daddy," Dylan sobbed against her shoulder. "I hate him! I hate him forever!"

Cammy kissed his temple, smoothing his hair with soft, reassuring strokes.

"Oh, sweetheart, I know," she whispered. "I know how much this hurts. And I won’t tell you that you have to forgive him. Not now, not ever, unless you want to, until you are ready."

Dylan pulled back just enough to look at her, his big, tear-filled eyes gazing at hers.

"Then why do I have to talk to him?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Cammy cupped his face gently.

"Because everyone makes mistakes, baby. Even grown-ups. And sometimes, even when we’re hurting, it’s important to hear the whole story before we decide how we feel."

She wiped away a stray tear from his cheek.

"We’ll go together, okay? We’ll sit, we’ll listen, and then, if you still don’t want to talk to him, we’ll leave. No one will force you to do anything you don’t want to do."

Dylan sniffled, his small chest rising and falling with the weight of emotions he was too young to carry.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he just stared into his mother’s eyes, his own brimming with unshed tears, as he wrestled with the decision that could change everything.

Cammy knew that Dylan was too young to know what he wanted to do right at that moment. His judgment is clouded by anger. But never did she doubt that her son would make the right decision because that’s how she brought him up.

To be a person with a good heart.