My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 262: Time To Say Goodbye

Ric and Cammy, accompanied by Dylan and his nanny, left Pearl Resort just after sunrise. The morning was quiet, heavy with unspoken tension, as their car sped down the coastal highway toward the hospital—today was the day Dylan’s cast would finally come off.

When they arrived, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air. Outside the orthopedic examination room, Duncan and Annie were already waiting. Annie sat with her legs crossed, her expression unreadable, while Duncan’s gaze was fixed on the corridor—like he knew they were coming.

"Daddy!" Dylan’s voice pierced the silence, full of excitement and longing. He ran straight into Duncan’s arms.

A rare smile cracked Duncan’s stoic face as he scooped Dylan up, holding him tight. "Are you ready to get that cast off, son?"

"Yes!" Dylan beamed. "I can finally scratch my leg—it’s been driving me crazy! So itchy," His innocent jest drew a few soft chuckles from the adults, easing the weight of the moment, if only briefly.

Duncan gave a nod toward the door. "Alright then. Let’s head in."

But Cammy’s voice, calm yet unwavering, cut through the moment. "Hold on, Duncan."

He paused, half-turning, the smile fading from his face.

"Dylan’s nanny will stay with you from Friday to Monday," she said, her tone firm but steady. "She knows his needs. She’s familiar. There’s no need to change anything."

A beat. "She’s off for the rest of the week unless you assign her something. I’ll continue paying her—through the child support."

A shadow flickered in Duncan’s eyes, but he only nodded, his voice detached. "Fine. We’ll follow your schedule."

Without waiting for further conversation, he turned his back and walked into the examination room, Annie trailing behind him. She spared Cammy a dismissive glance—cool, calculated, and just sharp enough to sting.

Cammy’s shoulders tensed, but Ric was already there. He placed a hand gently on the small of her back, grounding her with a silent promise: I’m here. I’ve got you.

She breathed in, gathered herself, and let him guide her forward.

Together, they stepped into the room.

The doctor greeted them with a professional smile, already preparing the tools on a sterile tray beside the examination chair. Dylan climbed up obediently, his little face a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"Alright, young man," the doctor said warmly. "Let’s set that leg free."

As the electric saw began to hum, slicing through the cast with practiced ease, the sound seemed to echo louder than necessary, bouncing off the cold white walls. Dylan flinched at first, but Duncan stood by his side, holding his hand.

"You’re doing great," Duncan murmured, his voice unusually tender.

Cammy stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes never leaving her son. There was pride in her gaze—yes—but also the unmistakable ache of a mother still learning how to let go in pieces.

Ric lingered near the back of the room, his presence steady and watchful, his eyes flitting between Cammy and the unfolding scene. Annie leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her mouth curled into a slight, smug smile, as if this moment belonged to her somehow.

The cast came off with a final crack. Dylan blinked, staring at his bare leg like it was a long-lost friend.

"There you go!" the doctor said, examining the limb. "It may feel weak for a while, but you’re healing beautifully."

Duncan crouched in front of Dylan, his hands resting gently on his son’s knees. "Hey, bud... want to try standing?"

Dylan nodded. Duncan guided him gently to his feet. The boy wobbled slightly, gripped his father’s shoulders, then straightened.

"I’m standing!" he laughed, wide-eyed and triumphant. "It feels weird!"

Everyone laughed—but Cammy’s eyes shimmered. She blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that burned at the corners. Her baby was getting stronger. Her baby was learning to stand again—without her help.

Duncan looked over at her, their eyes meeting across the room. For a brief second, something passed between them. Not reconciliation. Not understanding. But perhaps... the shared weight of parenthood.

Then it was gone.

"We’ll work on getting him fully mobile again," the doctor said. "Some exercises, light walking. No running or rough play yet." freёweɓnovel_com

Duncan nodded, but it was Cammy who stepped forward. "I’ll coordinate with the school nurse and PE teacher. And I’ll make sure his nanny is briefed on everything."

Duncan gave her a tight nod. "Of course."

Without another word, he lifted Dylan up, settling him against his hip. Annie opened the door, holding it as if she were some kind of gatekeeper. The tension in the room clung to everyone like humidity.

As Duncan stepped out, Dylan waved over his father’s shoulder. "Mommy! Uncle Ric! Come with us!"

Cammy smiled, soft and brave. "We’ll catch up, sweetheart."

The door clicked shut behind them. And the air in the room suddenly felt colder.

Ric turned to her, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. "You okay?"

Cammy nodded, barely. "Yeah... It just hurts more than I thought, watching him stand on his own."

Ric didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into his arms, and she let herself fall into him—for just a moment. Just long enough to breathe.

When they reached the lobby, Duncan suddenly stopped while carrying Dylan in his arms.

"Time to say goodbye to your mom, buddy. We’re heading home." He then let Dylan stand on his own feet.

Dylan turned toward Cammy. "Mommy..."

Cammy crouched instantly, gathering him into her arms with a strength that came straight from the deepest part of her soul. She held him tightly—too tightly—but he didn’t complain. He only clung to her just as fiercely, small arms wrapped around her neck.

"I’ll miss you," Dylan mumbled into her shoulder.

Cammy closed her eyes, pressing her lips to the side of his head. "I’ll miss you too, baby. So much. Be good, alright? Listen to Daddy. Don’t run yet. And call me whenever you want—whenever you need me."

She pulled back, her face barely holding itself together. Her fingers brushed across his cheek one last time before she stood, swallowing the sob lodged in her throat.

She turned to Duncan, her voice steady but thick with emotion. "Please... take care of him. If anything happens, message me right away—even if it’s the middle of the night. I’ll keep my Wi-Fi and notifications on. I won’t miss your call."

Duncan gave her a short, unreadable look, then nodded. "Don’t worry. I’ve got everything covered. No need to remind me."

And with that, he took Dylan’s hand.

Cammy didn’t speak. Couldn’t. She just watched as her son was led away—step by step, farther from her. Dylan looked back once, waving with his little fingers, his smile uncertain.

She smiled back through trembling lips, holding it until they went in Duncan’s car, doors closed, and took him out of sight.

The moment they disappeared, her knees weakened.

Ric was there in an instant, his arms wrapping around her just as she broke—fully, completely, helplessly. She buried her face in his chest, her body wracked with silent sobs that she could no longer hold in.

"I hate this," she choked out between gasps. "It feels like my heart’s walking away from me..."

Ric tightened his hold on her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I know. I know, sweetheart. But he’ll come back to you. You’re still his home."

And in the middle of that cold, sterile lobby, with the world carrying on around them, Cammy allowed herself to fall apart—wrapped in the one place she still felt safe.