My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 102: Cammy’s Brutal Demands

Chapter 102: Cammy’s Brutal Demands

Right on schedule, their meeting reconvened after lunch. Grace and Cammy were the first to step into the meeting room, their expressions set with quiet determination. The air felt heavier, charged with the weight of decisions yet to be made.

Cammy had confided everything to Grace—her wants, her hesitations, her goals. In return, both Grace and Greg had offered sharp insights, refining her stance with the precision of seasoned strategists. Now, it was time to present the result.

When Duncan and Randolf finally entered, Grace wasted no time. She turned to face them, eyes unwavering, voice steady.

"You’re fast, Grace," Randolf remarked a hint of amusement in his tone.

"As always," she shot back, her words crisp and cutting. Then, without missing a beat, she continued, "Shall I walk you through the revisions?"

"Go ahead, please..." Randolf gestured, settling in, bracing himself for what was to come.

"First on the table—the Equitable Division of Assets," Grace declared with firm and unyielding tone.

"My client demands a fair and just split of all marital properties, including real estate, bank accounts, retirement funds, and any valuable possessions accumulated during the marriage. We will not accept mere scraps, like a vacation home that holds little value compared to the entirety of the assets in question."

She let the words settle before continuing, her gaze locking onto Randolf’s. "And to be clear, this is entirely separate from alimony. Alimony is non-negotiable, and my client is entitled to it. Your client was the one who violated the terms of the marriage, so my client has every right to demand both Lump-Sum and Reimbursed Alimony."

Randolf’s brow furrowed as he leaned back in his chair, already bracing for the storm that always accompanied Grace’s demands. "Two types of alimony?" he echoed, skepticism lacing his voice. "What exactly is the difference?"

He exhaled slowly, already feeling the headache brewing. He had known this would be a battle the moment he saw Grace enter the room. Their history ran deep—back in law school, they had been relentless rivals, always competing for the top spot. Grace had consistently bested him, taking first place while he settled for second. What she never knew was that, at times, he had let her win.

But that was the past. This wasn’t about old rivalries or unspoken sacrifices. This was the real world, and their clients’ interests took precedence over everything—especially whatever lingering history remained between them. There was no way he was going to let Grace have her way without a fight.

"The Lump-Sum Alimony is a direct consequence of your client’s infidelity—a penalty for breaching the marriage contract," Grace stated coldly. "This ensures a clean break, eliminating any future financial entanglements between them."

She barely paused before pressing on. "As for the Reimbursed Alimony, it serves as compensation for the years my client sacrificed. Your client forbade her from working, forcing her to dedicate herself entirely to managing their estate and raising their children.

That’s nine years of unpaid labor, nine years of lost opportunities. She put her own ambitions on hold, her career abandoned at his request. I’ve already calculated the exact amount she is owed for that sacrifice."

The room tensed as Duncan suddenly shot to his feet, his face contorted with outrage. "No! I refuse to pay alimony when she’s already demanding half of my assets!" His voice thundered through the room, his fist slamming against the table, making everyone jolt in surprise.

Randolf, ever the strategist, remained composed. He reached out, placing a steadying hand on Duncan’s shoulder. "Calm down. Let me handle this," he said smoothly. "Let them finish first."

Duncan exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched, before forcing himself to sit back down. He shut his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, trying to regain control. But the battle was far from over.

"My client also demands full health insurance coverage—for herself, Dylan, and her parents—"

"What?!" Duncan exploded, his voice reverberating off the walls. "That’s fucking ridiculous! I’ll cover my son’s insurance, but her and her parents? No way in hell! She’s divorcing me—why the hell should I be responsible for them? This is absolute nonsense!"

His fists clenched at his sides, his patience unraveling with each demand. He had expected negotiations, but this? This was beyond infuriating.

Grace, however, remained unfazed. She met Duncan’s fiery glare with an icy calm and said, "Well, Mr. Veston, let me remind you—if you hadn’t forbidden her from working, she would have been able to provide for herself and her parents.

She sacrificed her independence at your request. Either way, you’ve been paying for their insurance all these years. Had you not broken your vows, that wouldn’t have changed. The only real difference now is that you will no longer have access to my client."

She leaned in slightly, her words slow and deliberate. "But don’t worry. This isn’t a lifelong obligation—just until my client is back on her feet. A temporary bridge, nothing more."

Duncan exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening, but before he could lash out again, Randolf placed a firm hand on his arm, urging restraint.

"We’ll discuss this privately before making a decision," Randolf said smoothly, his voice the only anchor in the rising storm. "But please, continue. What’s next?"

"We demand full custody of my client’s son, Dylan, as well as the right to keep the twins’ ashes," Grace declared, her voice unwavering. "However, we will allow the father visitation rights—with the condition that he pays full child support every month."

The words had barely left her mouth before Duncan erupted.

"Are you INSANE?!" His roar shook the room, his rage spilling out into the hallway where Greg and several passersby stopped in their tracks.

His fists clenched as he seethed, his breathing ragged. "You expect me to pay full child support while having no real say in my own son’s life? That’s not just unfair—it’s outrageous! I have every right to take Dylan to my home, the place where he grew up! I will not be reduced to a visitor in my own child’s life!"

Randolf, though calmer, nodded in agreement. "Grace, my client is right. As his father, he deserves joint legal custody."

"No!"

The word cut through the room like a knife, sharp and filled with unshakable resolve. It was Cammy.

She had remained silent long enough. Now, her voice rang with a fury that had been bottled up for years. "Never—not once in your life—have you truly taken care of Dylan. You don’t even know what he needs, what he wants. You never paid attention. He has allergies and bronchial asthma, and I will not risk his health and safety just so you can parade around practicing ’fatherhood’ out of pride!"

Duncan opened his mouth, but Cammy wasn’t finished. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, but her voice never wavered.

"You ignored him, Duncan. You were never there. You never asked if he was happy, never listened to him, never even tried. And now, suddenly, you want joint custody? For what? To soothe your ego? You can visit him, that I will allow. But I will not let him live under your roof only to be neglected while you play house with your mistress and drown yourself in work!"

She took a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You will provide for him—because that is the only thing you’ve ever been consistent with, and for that, I am grateful. But beyond that? No. You may take him on vacations, but only under strict conditions: it will be just the two of you.

No mistress. No other women. And he will have his bodyguards and caregiver with him at all times. One vacation per year. That’s it. And one more thing... I want you out of my father’s company."

A thick silence settled over the room, the tension suffocating.

Then, with a furious snarl, Duncan grabbed the papers in front of him and hurled them at Cammy. "FUCK THIS! I will never agree to this!"