My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 264: The Escape

The voice on the other end was urgent. "Miss Cammy, good morning. This is Mrs. Camden—Dylan’s homeroom teacher. I just wanted to check in with you...

Mr. Veston dropped Dylan off earlier, but then went straight to the office to process his withdrawal. He told the administration that Dylan will no longer be attending school here next month. He said your son will be studying abroad."

Cammy’s heart stopped.

"What?" she whispered, sitting bolt upright. "He—he’s what?"

Ric’s eyes darkened immediately. "What’s going on?"

Cammy didn’t answer. She was already throwing off the blanket, stumbling out of bed, and grabbing yesterday’s clothes. Her hands were trembling too hard to zip up her skirt.

"Cammy—Cammy, slow down!" Ric reached for her, holding her shoulders. "Talk to me."

She looked up at him, panic flooding her face. "He’s taking Dylan away. Abroad. He has already started the withdrawal process. I have to stop him—I have to—"

"I’ll drive," Ric said firmly, grabbing his keys. "Just breathe. I’ve got you. Let’s go."

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They arrived at Duncan’s sleek, high-rise office in less than thirty minutes. Cammy stormed past the receptionist, her fury slicing through the atmosphere like a blade. Ric followed, quiet but alert, ready to step in if she crumbled.

Duncan stood at his desk, hands in his pockets, calm—too calm. The moment she entered, he didn’t flinch.

"Cammy," he said coolly. "You didn’t make an appointment."

"What the hell are you doing, Duncan?" Cammy demanded, her voice shaking with barely-contained rage. "You’re taking Dylan abroad without even telling me?"

"I didn’t need to tell you," he replied, his tone icy. "You’re not his legal guardian. I am. And I’m doing what’s best for our son."

"You decided what’s best without me? You didn’t even consider how this would affect him—how it would destroy me!"

"I considered everything," he said, walking around to the front of his desk. "And I’ve decided. This opportunity abroad—better education, a clean environment, fewer distractions—it’s what he needs. You’ve had your time, Cammy. Now it’s mine."

She took a step back, as if he’d struck her.

"You’re punishing me," she whispered. "This isn’t about Dylan. This is about control."

He didn’t answer.

Tears filled her eyes as she stepped forward, desperate. "Duncan, please. At least give me a say. At least give him a say. Don’t do this to our son just because you hate me."

"I don’t hate you," he said coldly. "But I don’t trust your choices. And frankly, I’m tired of asking for permission."

Cammy’s body trembled with rage and sorrow. Ric moved forward, his jaw tight, but she held up a hand to stop him. This was her fight.

Her voice broke as she whispered, "You’ll regret this. One day, you’ll realize what you took from him."

Duncan didn’t respond. He turned his back on them both.

Cammy turned on her heel, her heart shattering all over again. Ric reached out, taking her hand as they walked out of the office.

"Let’s fix this," he said softly. "Whatever it takes."

As they walked out of the building, the wind catching in Cammy’s hair, she suddenly stopped beside Ric’s car. Her voice was low but steady, each word cutting through the heavy silence like glass.

"Ric," she said, not quite looking at him. "I’m sorry... but can you drop me off at my apartment?"

Ric turned to face her fully, his brows pulling together in concern.

"I just... I need to be alone today," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, but firm. "I promise I won’t spiral. I’m not going to fall apart. I just need space to think. To feel everything. And I’ll talk to the lawyers, ask what my options are. What’s the best move to protect Dylan."

There was a finality in her tone—not cold, not distant, but grounded. Decided.

Ric studied her for a long second. The pain in her eyes was raw, but beneath it was steel—a mother’s fire. She wasn’t retreating. She was preparing.

He gave a silent nod, his jaw tight with unspoken words. Then, without pressing further, he opened the car door for her.

And quietly, he drove her home—honoring her strength the only way he knew how.

The moment Cammy stepped into her apartment, she didn’t waste a second. She tossed her purse onto the couch, yanked her phone from her pocket, and dialed Greg’s driver.

"Hi, it’s Cammy. I need my car... Can you please bring it over? Right away." Her voice was calm—too calm—but underneath it was a storm barely restrained.

Fifteen minutes later, she was on her knees in Dylan’s room, dragging his suitcase from under the bed. She began packing with methodical precision—shirts, pants, socks, his favorite hoodie, the storybook he always asked for at night. Her own suitcase followed next. She threw in only what she needed. Essentials. This wasn’t about comfort. This was about escape.

By the time the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of her car, she was already zipping the last bag closed. She opened the door, thanked the driver quietly, and then said with finality, "You can go now. I’ll drive."

He gave her a wary look but nodded. "Take care, Ma’am."

As the elevator doors closed behind her, Cammy clutched the handle of Dylan’s suitcase with white-knuckled fingers, her heart pounding in her chest. There was no going back now.

She drove straight to Dylan’s school, the tires humming against the pavement like a countdown drumbeat. By the time she pulled up to the front gate, her palms were damp on the wheel.

Inside the school, Dylan’s homeroom teacher was startled to see her. freёweɓnovel_com

"Miss Cammy? I wasn’t expecting you today..."

"I know," she said gently but firmly. "I’m here to pick up Dylan. He’s not staying in the dormitory tonight."

"But... Mr. Duncan said—"

"I’m his mother," Cammy cut in, her voice low but full of thunder. "He’s coming with me."

There was a long pause. Then, with a look of cautious understanding, the teacher nodded. "Alright. I’ll call him down."

Moments later, Dylan came bounding down the hallway, his backpack swinging behind him. When he saw his mother, his whole face lit up.

"Mommy!" he shouted, throwing his arms around her waist.

Cammy knelt down and hugged him tight, burying her face in his shoulder. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. She just held him, as if letting go might mean losing him forever.

Dylan pulled back slightly and looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. "Where are we going, Mommy?"

She took a breath, her hands gently cupping his cheeks.

"To a very far place," she said softly, her voice trembling with both fear and resolve. "Where it’s just the two of us... and no one can ever separate us again."

Dylan beamed, completely unaware of the storm behind his mother’s smile. "Okay! Can we get fries on the way?"

Cammy laughed, the sound shaky but real. "Of course, baby. As many as you want."

They walked hand-in-hand back to the car. Cammy loaded the suitcases, buckled Dylan into the back seat, and got behind the wheel. As the car pulled away from the curb, the city faded behind them like a past life dissolving in the rearview mirror.

And ahead of them—unknown roads, a stolen chance at peace, and a mother’s desperate hope for freedom.