My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 104: Settlement

Chapter 104: Settlement

"The waiting is over," Grace’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. Her patience was already worn thin after an excruciating hour of sitting in suspense. She turned toward Cammy with an unyielding gaze. "They’re calling us back. They’re ready."

Without another word, she rose, her heels striking the floor with purpose as she led the way to the meeting room. Greg, as always, remained outside, a silent sentinel while Grace and Cammy entered.

Randolf wasted no time. He slid a folder across the table, its contents carrying the weight of back-and-forth negotiations. "Cammy’s demands," he said simply, his tone unreadable. He leaned back and waited, watching, as Grace opened the file.

Her eyes scanned the document, and in an instant, her expression darkened. Her jaw clenched, her nostrils flared, and one perfectly arched brow shot up as she met Randolf’s gaze with icy fury.

"What is this?" she demanded.

Randolf barely blinked. His response was measured, almost rehearsed. "My client is willing to accept the Equitable Division of Assets and Full Child Support. However, we reject the Lump-Sum and Reimbursed Alimony. The assets alone amount to a fortune—more than enough for your client to restart her life, maintain health insurance, and live comfortably for years—provided she exercises a little financial restraint."

Grace let out a slow breath, tempering the fire rising within her. "I see. And what about child custody? His withdrawal from CorEx Transport and Payment Service?"

Randolf’s lips curled into something that was almost a smirk. "You can put in your demands that we’re refusing those. We’ll see you in court." He pushed back his chair and stood, his movements deliberate. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a case to file and prepare for. Just send over the final divorce settlement so we can sign it."

Without waiting for a response, Randolf turned on his heel and strode out, Duncan following close behind, both of them wearing expressions of smug satisfaction.

Grace sat motionless for a beat, gripping the edge of the table. The war was far from over.

Duncan shot Greg a smug smirk and scoffed as he passed him outside the meeting room, but he didn’t stop walking. Without acknowledging the provocation, Greg waited until Duncan and Randolf disappeared down the hall before stepping inside.

The moment he entered, he realized this wasn’t the scene he had expected.

Grace stood near the window, her hands planted firmly on her waist, staring out in silence. Across the room, Cammy sat hunched over the table, her elbows propped up, hands gripping her head as if trying to hold herself together.

Greg’s brow furrowed. "What happened? They walked out of here looking like they just won the lottery."

Grace exhaled sharply before turning to face him. "Duncan refused to grant Cammy full custody or walk away from his father’s company. They’re taking this to court." Her tone was clipped and full of frustration. "The only things he agreed to were full child support and the division of assets. He flat-out rejected the alimony and health insurance, claiming the assets alone are more than enough."

"He’s going to use Dylan to manipulate Cammy into coming back to him," Greg said grimly. "And there must be something about CorEx that he wants badly—something worth holding onto at all costs."

Cammy’s breath hitched, and within seconds, she broke down. "What am I supposed to do?" she sobbed. "I can’t lose my son. He can take my father’s company—I don’t care if my mother curses me for it—but Dylan? I won’t let that happen!" Her voice cracked as the weight of the situation pressed down on her chest.

Greg quickly moved to her side, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Hey, hey. Who said you’re going to lose Dylan? With the evidence you have, there’s no way Duncan is walking away with custody. The judge won’t side with him. Just breathe, okay? Don’t let this eat you up."

Grace stepped forward with a steely expression and resolve unwavering. "Cammy, I promised you—I will do everything in my power to stop that from happening. And I refuse to let Randolf win. I will not give him that satisfaction. You can count on me."

Greg’s expression was grave as he turned to Grace. "Grace, you know Duncan. He won’t just accept this without a fight. They’re going to pull something—mark my words. Be ready for anything."

Grace met his gaze, her own thoughts already racing. "I know, Greg. I’ve been thinking the same thing. But honestly, what can they possibly use against Cammy? She has a stable job now, she’s financially secure with her share from Duncan—there’s no real argument to take Dylan away from her. At worst, they’ll push for joint custody."

Cammy shook her head fiercely, desperation flashing in her tear-filled eyes. "I don’t want that. I can’t let him have even that much control over Dylan’s life." She grasped Grace’s hand, her voice trembling. "Please, Grace. If there’s any way to get full custody, go for it. I don’t care what it takes."

Grace pressed her lips together before offering Cammy a small but firm smile. "I will, Cammy. Not just because my career and reputation are on the line, but because I understand. I may not be a mother yet, but I’m a woman—I can feel your pain."

Cammy’s eyes welled up again, but this time, there was a flicker of hope. "Thank you, Grace."

Greg placed a hand on Cammy’s shoulder, then turned back to Grace. "Keep us updated. Let us know if there’s anything we can do."

"I will," Grace assured them.

With that, Greg led Cammy out of the law firm, the weight of the battle ahead settling heavily over them all.

The two hurried back to the hospital where Dylan was, but just when Cammy thought her day couldn’t possibly get any worse, she was met with a sight that sent her heart racing—her mother, Monica, pacing frantically in the hallway outside Dylan’s room, clutching her phone in a death grip.

The moment Monica spotted them, she whirled around, her voice sharp with urgency. "What took you so long?!"

Cammy’s breath hitched, panic tightening her chest. Her mind went straight to her son. "The settlement didn’t go well," she said quickly, her voice unsteady. "Mom, what’s going on? You’re scaring me."

Monica’s face was pale, her eyes filled with genuine fear. She swallowed hard before speaking. "Something serious has happened," she said, her voice trembling.

The weight of those words pressed down on Cammy like a boulder, her stomach twisting into knots as she hurriedly headed toward her son’s room.

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