My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 316: Surprises

The conversation between Peter and Duncan had shifted. The pain and regret that once filled the room were now replaced with purpose and rebuilding. They spoke not of betrayal or guilt, but of business—of structure, vision, and how to shape a future that could outlast all the wreckage of their shared past.

When the door opened again, Dylan’s excited voice cut through the calm.

"Daddy! I brought you rice porridge!" he grinned, holding the container proudly. "We asked the nurses what you could eat, and this was one of the few things they said. But it’s really yummy—I tried some downstairs!"

Duncan smiled with a warmth that hadn’t been seen in him in a long time. "If you say it’s good, then I believe it."

Dylan climbed up beside him on the bed and helped feed him, spoon by careful spoon. Duncan savored each bite, not so much for the taste, but for the love behind it. In that moment, he wasn’t a man recovering from betrayal and wounds. He was simply a father, being cared for by his son.

But the peaceful mood was interrupted when Atty. Evans arrived. With his usual commanding presence, he gently urged everyone out of the room so he could speak with Duncan privately about legal strategies concerning Bartolomeu Tucker’s potential actions—and so Duncan could get some much-needed rest afterward.

As the elevator doors opened, Cammy glanced over her shoulder at Duncan and Peter. "Since we’re already at the hospital," she said to Dylan with a glimmer in her eyes, "there’s someone I want you to meet. Well... not just someone. Two someones."

Dylan looked up, eyebrows raised. "Who are they, Mommy?"

Cammy exchanged a meaningful glance with Greg, who simply smiled and pressed the button to another floor.

When the elevator doors opened again, they stepped out onto the maternity floor. Dylan’s eyes widened as he saw new mothers gently rocking tiny babies in their arms. The soft cries, pastel blankets, and quiet lullabies in the air.

At the nursery window, Greg lifted Dylan in his arms so he could see better while Cammy spoke briefly with a nurse. A few moments later, the nurse returned, carrying two newborns, swaddled in soft pink blankets, their tiny faces wrinkled and peaceful.

Dylan stared, mesmerized.

"Aren’t they beautiful?" Cammy asked gently, watching his expression.

"They’re so tiny..." Dylan whispered. "What are their names?"

"They don’t have names yet," Greg replied softly. "Their mother left them... They were found alone on the street. No one got the chance to name them."

Dylan’s joy faded into sadness, and his face fell.

Noticing the shift, Cammy crouched down and said, "Dylan... do you want to give them names?"

His eyes widened. "Can I really do that?"

"You can," Cammy said, her voice full of hope. "If we adopt them. That’s what we came here to ask you."

He blinked. "Adopt? You mean... they’d be my baby sisters?"

Cammy nodded. "That was my plan, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it."

"I love them already!" Dylan exclaimed, his smile returning as he turned back to the glass. "Can we call them... Sabrina and Summer?"

Cammy’s eyes welled up with tears as she nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. Sabrina and Summer, it is."

Greg wrapped his free arm around Cammy’s waist, still holding Dylan close. Together, the three of them stood there, watching the newest additions to their family, letting the moment of quiet joy settle around them like a warm blanket.

From behind the glass, two tiny lives breathed softly, unaware that in that very moment, they had just been claimed by love.

As they climbed into the car, Greg slid into the driver’s seat with a sly smile tugging at his lips. "It’s still a bit early... Mind if we make a quick stop before heading home?"

Cammy raised a brow, buckling her seatbelt. "A stop? Where?"

Greg glanced at her, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want to show you something. You’re not the only one juggling a secret project, you know. I’ve been working on something too."

Cammy squinted at him suspiciously but couldn’t help smiling. "Really now? Fine. But don’t you dare make us late to my own baby’s gender reveal party. Ellie and Eve would skin you alive."

Greg let out a chuckle and gave her a playful salute. "Aye, aye, Captain. Promise—top speed, no delays, and zero secrets by the time we get there."

With that, he shifted into gear and the car pulled out of the hospital driveway.

As the car slowed to a stop, Cammy’s eyes scanned the familiar grounds of the orphanage, still unsure what Greg was up to. He parked near the front entrance, and just as they stepped out, Sister Olivia and Manager Sarah came out to greet them.

"Is this the day?" Sister Olivia asked Greg with a warm twinkle in her eyes.

Greg nodded with a grin and gestured toward Peter and Dylan in the backseat. "Yes, it is. Can I leave them here for a bit? It’s not yet safe on the other side."

"Of course, you can!" Sister Olivia replied, reaching out to ruffle Dylan’s hair and give Peter a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Cammy narrowed her eyes suspiciously, arms crossing as she glanced from Greg to the women. "Alright, what is going on? Why is everyone speaking in cryptic clues? I’m getting really impatient with all this secrecy!" noveldrama

Her pout made Greg, Sister Olivia, and Sarah laugh.

"Alright, alright, no more riddles," Greg chuckled, taking her hand. "Come with me."

He led her down a narrow path that wrapped around the side of the orphanage’s property. It was shaded by old trees and lined with tall grass swaying in the wind. As they turned the corner, the view opened up—and Cammy stopped in her tracks.

A construction site stood before her, already taking shape. Scaffolding wrapped around a structure with big windows, clean lines, and a frame full of promise. The sounds of distant hammering and sawing echoed softly from the site.

"Why are we here, Greg?" Cammy asked, her voice breathless with confusion.

Greg turned to her, beaming. "Because I want to show my gift to you."

He took a few steps forward, then spread his arms wide, like a magician revealing a secret trick.

"It’s not finished yet—it’ll take a few more months. But what you’re looking at is your future office. Your design studio. A place you can turn into whatever your heart desires. I bought the land, and since you’ve always wanted to stay close to the orphanage and help the kids, I thought... what better location than right next door? With this, you can work your magic and continue your mission. It might even bring in more sponsors and attention for the children."

Cammy stood frozen, overwhelmed. She looked at the budding structure again, imagining her sketches on the walls, racks of clothes being assembled, laughter from the children just across the fence...

She covered her mouth, her eyes instantly flooding with happy tears.

"I—I don’t know what to say," she whispered, voice cracking. "Greg... I love it. I love it. Thank you. Thank you so much!"

Greg stepped beside her and wrapped her in his arms. "I knew you would. You deserve this. You’ve given so much of yourself to everyone else—it’s time you had a place where your dreams live, too."

And there, in front of the framework of her future, Cammy held onto Greg tightly—her heart full, her hope renewed, her love deepened.