My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 283: Heaven and Earth

The silence of the luxurious office shattered as Duncan roared like a madman, sweeping everything off his desk in one furious motion.

Papers flew. A crystal penholder smashed. A laptop crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Picture frames cracked, glass scattering across the floor like shrapnel.

"DAMN IT!" Duncan bellowed, his face twisted in rage, his chest heaving.

Atty. Randolf Evans, calm despite the storm, flinched but remained rooted. "For God’s sake, Duncan! Calm down! Breaking everything in this damn office won’t fix the problem!"

Duncan whipped around, eyes bloodshot, voice shaking with venom. "This can’t happen, Randolf! She can’t win! She can’t fucking win!"

Evans adjusted his glasses, stepping carefully around the shattered glass. "We haven’t lost everything. The charge of faking her death and Dylan’s and taking him—it still stands. That’s serious enough to keep pressure on her."

Duncan let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Pressure? That’ll barely get her a slap on the wrist! A few months at best, maybe a fine if they feel generous! I don’t want her walking around like nothing happened—I want her locked up! Rotting behind bars!"

Evans exhaled slowly, then spoke in a low, almost daring tone. "Tell me the truth, Duncan. Why do you really want her imprisoned? Is it because she is no longer the quiet, good wife who tolerated your wrong doings... or because she found someone else? Someone who actually makes her happy?"

Duncan’s jaw clenched. His nostrils flared. His fists curled tight by his side.

"Both, damn it!" he spat. "I gave her everything! I worked like a dog for her, for our family, for her damn parents! I built a life for her while she sat around waiting for answers I couldn’t give right away. All she had to do was wait!"

His voice cracked with fury and something deeper—something broken.

"But she didn’t. She walked away. She destroyed everything. And now she’s smiling like none of it mattered. Like I never mattered!"

There was a beat of silence. A moment where Duncan’s pain bled through his rage.

Randolf Evans studied him carefully, something resembling pity in his eyes.

"You don’t want justice," he said. "You want revenge. And that’s a dangerous game, Duncan. Especially when you’re playing against people who have nothing left to lose."

Duncan turned away, breathing hard, his face a storm of hate, bitterness... and heartbreak.

"Then I’ll make sure they do. I’ll take everything from her—just like she did to me."

The tension in the room was suffocating. The air was heavy with rage, fear, and a deep sense of unraveling.

Atty. Randolf Evans stood near the edge of the chaos, trying to maintain composure.

"Look," he said carefully, "we don’t know anything for certain yet. Judge Baker’s resignation hasn’t been publicized. For all we know, he could be telling the truth. He’s old, Duncan. He’s probably just done. Tired. Maybe he just wants to focus on his businesses and live whatever’s left of his life in peace."

Duncan shot him a glare so sharp it could cut steel.

"Don’t be so goddamn naive, Randolf!" he growled. "You think this is a coincidence? That out of nowhere, the judge decides to ’retire’ just when things start going south for me? Bullshit! Greg’s behind this—I know he is!"

He grabbed the heavy glass of whiskey next to him and hurled it with a scream, sending it shattering against the wall. Liquor splashed across the expensive wallpaper. Shards rained down like crystal tears.

"FUCK!" Duncan roared, fists clenched, veins bulging. His whole body trembled with barely contained fury.

Randolf flinched but stood firm.

"Damn it, Duncan, stop throwing things like a child having a tantrum!" he snapped.

"You need to get your shit together! Let me do my job! I’m working on finding out who’s taking over the appeal Grace filed. Just focus on your company, your image—what’s left of it! And wait. For once in your goddamn life, just wait for me to do what needs to be done!"

Duncan was silent, his chest rising and falling like a beast caged in rage. But he didn’t move. He didn’t speak. The fury had burned so hot, it was now simmering under his skin.

Randolf turned, walking toward the door without another word. But just as he stepped out, he let his thoughts slip into a silent, bitter whisper meant only for himself.

"You did it, Grace," he thought grimly. "You finally outplayed me. And this time... I’m not going to stop you."

He walked down the corridor, his steps echoing behind him, leaving Duncan alone, drowning in his fury, his obsession, and the bitter taste of defeat creeping in.

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Cammy sat upright in her hospital bed, her hands resting on her belly, casually chatting with Andrea.

The door opened gently, and Grace stepped in, her face illuminated with restrained excitement.

"Grace?" Cammy blinked, surprised. "You’re here..."

Grace approached with measured steps, a folder in hand and purpose in her gaze. She sat on the edge of the bed and took Cammy’s hand gently in hers.

"I couldn’t wait a second longer," Grace said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I have news—good news."

Cammy’s breath hitched. She sat straighter, eyes searching Grace’s face for answers.

"Our appeal was accepted," Grace said, her voice rising with each word. "And not only that... the court has assigned a new judge to oversee both the appeal and the criminal charges we filed against Duncan."

Cammy’s eyes widened, hope beginning to bloom in her chest.

"Her name is Judge Coney Keagan," Grace continued, her expression serious now. "She’s known in legal circles for being no-nonsense. Tough. She follows the law like scripture.

But she’s also fair, and more importantly, she has a heart. She weighs things with empathy, with principle. She doesn’t bend to pressure, not even political."

Cammy swallowed hard, emotion rising in her throat.

"So... what does that mean for us?"

"It means she works fast," Grace said with a small smile. "It means the trial is going to move forward very soon. And from the looks of it, most of the charges against you—the fraud, the manipulation, everything Duncan pinned on you—will likely be thrown out."

Tears welled in Cammy’s eyes, but she held them back, waiting for the but.

And then it came.

"Except for one," Grace said softly. "The charge of kidnapping. You were still legally married to Duncan when you left with Dylan... and you faked your deaths. By law, that’s still considered parental abduction."

Cammy looked away, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She nodded slowly, almost numbly.

"I understand," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’ll accept whatever punishment the court sees fit. But Grace..."

She turned to her, eyes shining with grief and desperation.

"Please. Before everything begins... can you help me see Dylan? Even just once. Just to talk to him. To hear him say ’Mommy.’ I don’t care if it’s only for a moment. I just want to see my baby again."

Grace gripped her hand tighter, her own throat thick with emotion.

"You don’t have to beg me, Cammy. I promise—I will move heaven and earth to make sure you see him again. No matter what it takes."

Grace sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her expression softening as she looked at Cammy, whose face was still pale but calmer than the last time she’d seen her.

"So... tell me," Grace said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Cammy’s face. "How are you really? It’s been two weeks."

Cammy took a slow breath, her hand instinctively resting on her belly, protective and tender.

"No more bleeding," she murmured. "Even the spotting has completely stopped. But the doctors still want me on strict bed rest."

She paused, her voice thick with quiet conviction. "But I don’t mind. I’ll stay in this bed for the next five months if I have to—as long as my baby is safe. I’ll do anything."

Grace reached over and gently squeezed her hand. "That’s really good to hear," she said, her smile filled with relief.

There was a pause. Then Cammy’s voice trembled slightly.

"Grace... how’s Ric?"

Grace hesitated for a beat, then nodded slowly. "His trial is set for next week. The same judge—Judge Keagan—will preside over it." She gave her a reassuring look. "Don’t worry. From the direction this is heading, there’s a strong chance he’ll be granted bail. You just focus on getting better, Cammy."

Cammy turned her face toward the window, blinking hard as tears welled up.

"But this all happened because of me," she whispered. "He got dragged into this mess because he stood by me. And now... even his restaurant’s reputation is suffering. I ruined everything for him."

Grace’s voice sharpened, compassionate but firm. "No, Cammy. You didn’t ruin anything. Ric knew exactly what he was doing when he chose to stand by you. He wasn’t manipulated, he wasn’t coerced—he made that decision because he believes in you."

Cammy said nothing, but her lips trembled.

"Ric is smart, resourceful, and one hell of a businessman. He built his brand from the ground up. A few setbacks won’t keep him down for long," Grace added. "And as for his heart? That man would walk through fire for you."

Cammy finally let a tear slip down her cheek. "He already has."

Grace nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. ’And he’s not done yet,’ Grace thought.

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