My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 315: Carry by Choice

"Alright, Duncan," Peter said, his voice quivering under the weight of age and memory. "I will answer all your questions. I’m old... and I’ve carried these truths for far too long. My time on this earth is no longer promised, and I don’t want to leave with anything left unsaid."

Duncan swallowed hard and glanced at Cammy. Her quiet presence anchored him, but it also made him hesitate. His heart thundered in his chest. He’d waited so long to ask this... and now, with the truth hanging in the balance, fear gripped him. But he pushed through.

It’s now or never,’ he muttered to himself. Then louder, steadier—"Is it true... that my brother is your son?"

The question landed like a stone dropped in still water.

Cammy’s eyes widened. Her hands flew to her mouth, stunned speechless by the weight of the accusation—of the truth hidden behind it. But she didn’t interrupt. She stayed silent, watching, waiting.

Peter’s face fell. A deep, exhausted sigh left his lungs. "Yes," he admitted. "It’s true. But neither your mother nor I ever intended for it to happen."

Duncan clenched the edge of his blanket, the pain creeping into his expression. noveldrama

Peter continued, his voice heavy with remorse. "It happened the night I found out Monica was cheating on me. And not with Richard, like everyone believed. It was someone else entirely. She’d been lying for years... ever since she swore she cut ties with Richard."

His hands trembled in his lap. "I was drunk. Devastated. My drunken brain forgot your father was on a business trip. So I drove straight to your house, needing my best friend. Your mother answered. She was kind, concerned. She insisted I stay the night and sober up... she didn’t want me getting into an accident."

Peter’s voice cracked.

"I should’ve left. I should’ve slept it off. But I didn’t. I let my grief and anger consume me. I took advantage of her kindness. And from that one night... your brother was born."

Duncan looked down, his breathing uneven, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the bed.

"Your father found out," Peter said through tears. "He chose to raise that boy as his own. He never told anyone. But he ended our friendship. He pulled out every cent he had from CorEx. Packed up his family and left. I lost my best friend that day. And I deserved it."

Peter wiped his face, but the tears wouldn’t stop. "Do I regret it? Every day. But we don’t get to undo the past. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, Duncan... only that you don’t turn your back on CorEx. That company—it was born from both of us.

Your father and I built it with blood, sweat, and heart. I’m giving it to you not as a bandage to cover my sins, but as a legacy. Your father was like a brother to me. I promised at his grave... that I would look after you."

His voice cracked again.

"I can’t do that much longer. But CorEx... CorEx can."

Peter broke down, his sobs racking his aging frame. That last wall he had built to protect his pride and guilt came crumbling down.

"Oh, Dad..." Cammy whispered, tears streaking her cheeks as she pulled her father into a hug.

Duncan’s vision blurred. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold it together. But the weight was too much. He bowed his head—and wept. For his father. For his mother. For the lost years and broken truths.

And then, as if something inside him cracked open... he lifted his eyes to Peter, his voice barely holding together.

"I forgive you..." Duncan choked out, his breath shaky, raw. "I forgive you, Peter."

Peter looked up, stunned, the words hitting harder than he expected.

Then, with a trembling hand, he reached out and clasped Duncan’s.

"And I forgive you, too," Peter whispered, tears falling again—this time, not from guilt, but release.

"But Peter... my sins—my sins were far heavier than yours," Duncan said, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession. His chest heaved with the effort of holding back tears, but it was futile. His eyes glistened, and his voice trembled with regret. "You may have made mistakes... but I chose mine. I plotted. I planned. I executed pain."

He looked between Peter and Cammy, unable to meet either of their eyes for long. "I committed unforgivable acts. I sinned against you, Peter... against Cammy, against Dylan... even against our daughters. I used everything you gave me—your kindness, your trust, even CorEx—as weapons in a war you didn’t even know I declared."

Cammy remained frozen in her chair, silent tears falling from her eyes.

"I married Cammy not out of love, not at first. I married her to get close enough to destroy you. I thought if I could tear your world apart, I’d finally make my father proud." Duncan’s voice cracked again. "But she... she was kind. She was patient. And slowly, she made me feel something I didn’t know I could feel again."

He took a deep, painful breath. "I fell in love with her. I really did. But the hatred inside me... it was louder. Heavier. Stronger than anything else. I let it win."

Duncan gritted his teeth, the pain too sharp to contain. "I grew up watching my father—once a proud, successful man—drink himself to death. He’d scream at my mother, call her a whore... but he was gentle with me. I was his ’little warrior,’ the one he loved. And every time he cried, every time he broke, he’d say, ’Peter Watson ruined us.’"

He closed his eyes, as if trying to silence the echoes of his past.

"I watched my family fall apart. My happy childhood twisted into something dark and bitter. My father died, angry and broken. Then my mother followed. Then my brother. And I... I was left alone. All I had left was hate."

His voice lowered to a whisper, shaking. "I just wanted what I had before everything fell apart. A family. A home. A life. And ironically... I got it. I had it. When you welcomed me into your family, Peter. When Cammy gave me a chance... When Dylan called me ’Dad’... I had everything."

Duncan looked up, his face soaked in tears. "But I didn’t see it. I was too blind, too consumed by the ghosts of the past. And like my father... I destroyed it. I destroyed everything good in my life."

He broke down, sobbing into his hands.

"I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry..."

The room was quiet except for Duncan’s cries. Cammy covered her mouth to stifle her sobs. Peter’s eyes welled up once again, his heart torn between pain and compassion.

Cammy stood up to hold Duncan’s hand. "You are no longer alone, Duncan. My dad and I will always be your family. Dylan is your own blood. It’s not too late, you have a family, Duncan.

This is not the end of your life. You still have a handsome boy who looks like you and looks up to you. You can still start fresh. It’s not too late..."

And in that silence, where guilt collided with forgiveness, a deep, aching truth settled into the air—sometimes the heaviest burdens aren’t the ones we inherit, but the ones we carry by choice.