My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 282: Greg’s Truth

After Cammy’s sobs had softened into silence and her breathing steadied, Felicity gently brushed a hand over her hair.

"You need to rest now, sweetheart," she said softly. "You’ve cried enough for ten lifetimes."

Cammy nodded faintly, her eyes swollen but grateful. Greg helped tuck her into bed before following Felicity out of the room. They walked together in silence down the hallway, the hum of fluorescent lights above them the only sound between them.

When they reached the hospital lobby, Greg turned to her.

"Thank you," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "For what you did... for telling her the truth."

Felicity looked at him, her expression solemn, her gaze sharp yet warm. She reached out and gave his arm a firm, maternal pat.

"You don’t have to thank me," she said, her voice low but unwavering. "I’ve wanted to help that girl from the moment I learned what Duncan and Monica did to her. She didn’t just deserve the truth—she deserved justice.

And this..." she exhaled deeply, her face darkening with a storm of anger and pain, "...this was also for me. Because people like Monica and Duncan? They don’t deserve to breathe the same air as the people they’ve destroyed."

Greg looked down, jaw clenched. There were no words big enough to answer that.

Felicity straightened her blazer, her composure as sharp as ever. "I’ll be catching the evening flight back to Arlon. I’ve got more work to do on my end. You take care of Cammy. She needs you now more than ever."

Greg nodded, stepping back. "Have a safe flight," he murmured. "I should get back to her."

Felicity gave him one last look, something like pride flickering in her eyes. "I’m glad they found each other," she said simply, and then she turned and walked away.

Back in Cammy’s hospital room, the lights were dimmed, the air quiet and still.

Andrea was gently setting a tray of food on the bedside table when Greg walked back in. Cammy glanced at him, a tired smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Andrea," Greg said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder, "go home. Take the weekend off. I’ve got it from here."

Andrea, already packed and ready, looked at him and gave a respectful nod.

"Thank you, Sir. I hope she gets better soon," she said kindly, brushing a hand gently over Cammy’s arm before taking her bag and quietly exiting the room.

Greg sat on the edge of the bed and took Cammy’s hand in his, cradling it gently as if it were made of glass.

"Just us now," he whispered.

Cammy leaned her head against his shoulder, the silence between them now filled with something warm, something healing.

And for the first time in a long time... she felt safe.

Cammy shifted slightly in bed, still holding Greg’s hand as her eyes searched his face.

"Can I ask you something? If you don’t mind?" she said softly, her voice laced with hesitation.

Greg turned to her, his expression open. "Of course. Ask me anything."

She paused for a moment, choosing her words. "I’ve just been wondering... since we were talking about Monica and your dad’s past... and, well, since you’re older than me, I assumed Felicity came into Richard’s life first. But... how did they meet?"

Greg’s lips curled into a nostalgic smirk, his gaze distant. "Funny you ask. I actually brought that up with my dad just a few days ago."

He leaned back slightly, the memories playing vividly in his mind.

"He told me Felicity was his first love. Not just some fling—she was the real thing. She used to be my grandfather’s secretary. Smart, graceful, sharp as a blade.

But when my grandfather found out they were secretly seeing each other, he lost it. Fired her on the spot. She disappeared after that. No one knew where she went..."

Greg’s voice grew quieter, heavier.

"Dad didn’t see her again until years later... when she came back with me. He was stunned. She was standing there, asking for help—money—for my little brother’s surgery. That’s when the truth came out."

He exhaled deeply, his jaw tightening.

"Turns out, after she was fired, Felicity discovered she was pregnant... with me. Some guy came into her life, promised to marry her, raise me as his own. She believed him. But that man... he was a monster.

He abused her, broke her down. And when things got unbearable, she took me and my younger brother and ran. But we got into an accident. A bad one. My brother was in critical condition."

Greg’s eyes darkened.

"She was desperate. Out of options. The only person who could help... was my father. She came to him not just for money—but for me. She offered to give me up. To sell me to him. Because he and Aarya couldn’t conceive a child, and my grandfather was pressuring them for an heir."

Cammy’s eyes widened in silent shock as Greg continued.

"He took me in. But he was furious at Felicity. Blinded by betrayal. He told me lies—twisted versions of the truth. Said she abandoned me. Said she didn’t care. So I grew up angry... bitter. I hated her for leaving me. I never understood why."

He stared down at his hands, his voice breaking.

"But now that I know the truth... now that I see what she went through... what she sacrificed... I don’t hate her anymore. I understand. And that changes everything."

There was a stillness between them, heavy and tender. Then he heard it—Cammy, quietly sniffing.

Greg turned quickly, half-joking. "Oh no. Don’t you start crying again, Cammy. I just got you to stop."

She let out a watery laugh, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"I’m sorry," she said, laughing and crying at once. "That story was just... so touching. My hormones are on overdrive. I can’t help it."

Greg reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face, smiling through the ache in his chest.

"Oh, baby, what should I do with you now?" he said softly as he wrapped his arms around her, with a promise in his heart that from now on, she would only shed happy tears.