My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 232: Not Legally Married

Cammy and Dylan stood at the threshold of the living room, their suitcases lined up neatly near the door. Monica stood beside Peter, holding his shoulders as he sat in his wheelchair, his expression warm yet distant, the result of the stroke still etched into the slow, slurred movements of his mouth.

"Thank you for spending time with us," Cammy said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. She looked at Peter with a mixture of gratitude and guilt. "For everything."

Monica offered her a tight-lipped smile, hugging Dylan tightly before brushing his hair off his forehead. "Take care of your mom, okay?"

"I will, grandma," Dylan said, grinning.

Peter’s eyes were fixed on Cammy. He reached for her hand with effort, clasping it between his trembling fingers. "You... my... daughter..."

Peter tried again, his speech thick and broken. "You... my... blood..."

Cammy’s heart skipped. For a split second, her eyes widened. But then she smiled kindly and leaned in, kissing his cheek. "I know you love me, Daddy. I love you, too."

He nodded, the muscles in his face twitching in frustration. But Monica gently ushered him back, whispering soothing words.

Cammy stood by the door for one last moment, watching her parents—Monica tender, Peter struggling to speak. Something about his words gnawed at her. But time was pressing.

Ric’s driver waited downstairs. Once in the car, Ric, Cammy, and Dylan sat quietly, the mood heavier than before. Dylan stared out the window, tapping his cast idly.

At the airport, Greg was already waiting near the security check. He stood tall and poised, dressed in a dark charcoal coat, a backpack slung over his shoulder. The moment Dylan spotted him, he lit up.

"Uncle Greg! Uncle Greg! You’re here!" Dylan ran up to him, hugging his waist with his free arm.

Greg laughed gently, ruffling the boy’s hair. "Hey, champ. You ready to fly?"

"Yeah! Sit with us! Please?"

Greg glanced up, locking eyes with Cammy. A moment passed between them—charged, unreadable.

He crouched to Dylan’s level and smiled. "I already checked in, buddy. My seat’s different. But I’ll see you guys when we land, alright?"

"Aw, okay."

On the plane, Cammy sat between Dylan, who was by the window, and Ric. Her son quickly fell asleep, his head resting on her arm. Ric dozed off soon after. But Cammy couldn’t sleep.

Across the aisle and one row behind, Greg sat alone. Their eyes met briefly before they both looked away. The silence between them said everything their words couldn’t—too much, too soon, too raw.

When they finally landed in Dalton City, the air was brisk, a cold snap brushing against Cammy’s cheeks as they walked through the terminal.

Their gaze once again met before they separated ways. Greg was picked up by Harry while Cammy and Dylan went with Ric, who was picked up by his driver.

Upon arriving in their apartment building, Eve and Cassey were waiting just outside the apartment complex, warm smiles on their faces. Cammy already texted her about their arrival and her meeting with Grace tonight.

"Welcome back!" Eve beamed, hugging Cammy tightly. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

"You must be exhausted. Don’t worry, Cassey and I will stay with Dylan and his nanny tonight. You go do your thing."

Cammy blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go. I’ve got everything covered."

Ric walked up beside her and gently took her bag. "I’ll drive you. To Greg’s penthouse."

Cammy hesitated, then nodded. "Would you mind staying for the meeting? I want you there. You’re going to be my husband, so I think you should hear what Grace has to say."

Ric didn’t respond immediately, but the way he looked at her was soft and solemn. "Of course."

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Greg’s penthouse felt different than usual. The air buzzed with tension, the living room rearranged with more chairs, water bottles on the coffee table, and folders stacked neatly in front of Grace.

Greg greeted them with a nod, his expression unreadable. Ric took a seat beside Cammy, his hand lightly brushing hers for comfort.

Grace stood. "Let’s begin."

The meeting opened with updates on their ongoing legal strategies, but Cammy was barely listening. Her nerves were frayed, her mind stuck on her father’s cryptic words and what this night might bring. fгeewebnovёl.com

Grace finally picked up a folder and cleared her throat. "Cammy, your divorce is finalized. As of this morning, you are no longer legally married to Duncan."

Cammy released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Ric gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"However..." Grace continued, voice lowering, "The conservatorship case... didn’t end in our favor."

The air seemed to shift, the atmosphere suddenly suffocating.

"Due to the judge’s ruling and medical testimonies submitted by Duncan’s camp... Dylan’s full custody has been granted to Duncan."

Cammy’s heart stopped.

"You will be granted supervised visitation rights. But once Dylan’s cast is removed, you are legally required to turn him over."

Silence swallowed the room.

Cammy couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Her lungs were full of ice. Her eyes stung, but she refused to cry.

Greg stood slowly, fists clenched. "This isn’t over," he said.

Cammy turned toward Ric, who looked equally stunned.

Grace looked around the room, her expression serious, her fingers fixed together on top of the documents she had laid out. "However," she began, her voice cutting through the tension, "my team and I already came up with a solution."

Her words pulled everyone’s attention to her like a magnet.

She leaned slightly forward. "Since you and Ric already planned to get married," she said, glancing meaningfully at Cammy, "I suggest you do that soon. The timing is critical."

Cammy blinked, feeling her breath hitch in her chest.

Grace continued, "We already made an appeal for the conservatorship, and in case that’s declined again, we can request for the conservatorship to be transferred to Ric—as your legal husband by that time."

A murmur rippled through the room. Greg’s jaw clenched slightly, though he said nothing.

"Ric has a spotless record, financial capability, and stability," Grace went on, her voice gaining strength with each point.

"The judge is more likely to approve this transfer under those grounds. And once that’s done, we can immediately move to appeal for shared custody of Dylan—if not full custody."