My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 280: Good and Bad News

Chapter 280: Good and Bad News

Greg and Richard stood at the foot of Judge Baker’s grand estate, the heavy door closing behind them with a final, echoing thud. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the marble steps as the two men paused in silence.

For a moment, neither spoke—but there was a shared weight in the air, one that was beginning to lift.

They had struck a blow.

A decisive one.

Greg inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the cool afternoon air. His chest still ached from the tension, but it was easier to breathe now.

Richard adjusted his cuffs, his sharp gaze fixed ahead.

"Feels lighter," he muttered. "But not over."

"Far from it," Greg replied. "This was just the first domino."

Then Richard glanced sideways at his son. "So, what’s next on your warpath?"

Greg gave a tired half-smile. "Cammy. I had one of my men record the judge’s entire confession. I’m heading to the hospital to show it to her. She deserves some good news."

Richard arched a brow. "And the bad news?"

Greg’s jaw clenched. "She still has to face what Duncan did... and the public mess it caused. But I also got the certified true copy of our marriage certificate."

Richard smirked faintly. "Ah. The sandwich method."

Greg let out a small chuckle. "Yeah. A little joy before the heartbreak. I know she’ll cry. She always tries to stay strong but... this will break her all over again."

Richard stepped closer, placing a surprisingly gentle hand on Greg’s back. The gesture was rare—unguarded, honest.

"You’ve changed," he said. "You’re a fighter now. Not just for your business. For her. That makes me proud."

Greg looked at him, startled for a second by the sincerity.

"Thanks, Dad."

Richard nodded once, then turned sharply toward his car. "But I’m not going back to that godforsaken hospital. I’ve seen enough white walls and beeping machines to last a lifetime. Tell Cammy I said she better recover fast and give me a healthy grandchild."

Greg chuckled as Richard climbed into the car and shut the door.

"Ciao!" Richard waved dramatically through the window before the vehicle rolled away.

Greg stood there for a second longer, watching the car disappear into the road. They would never be the picture-perfect father and son—but today, for the first time, there was respect between them. Not just as blood—but as men.

And beneath the heavy sky, Greg turned, a new fire in his heart, and walked with purpose.

He had a woman to fight for. A child to protect.

And this time, he wasn’t coming empty-handed.

The corridor to Cammy’s room was quiet, but Greg barely noticed it anymore. In his hand, he clutched his phone—still recording, still holding the power to change everything.

He stopped just outside Cammy’s door, took a breath, then pushed it open.

Inside, Cammy was sitting upright on the bed, a soft blanket draped over her legs. The color in her face was slowly returning, but there was a deep weariness in her eyes. She was talking quietly to a nurse, her hand resting gently on her belly.

When her eyes met Greg’s, they lit up. "You’re back," she said softly, her lips curling into a small, tired smile.

Greg smiled back, but there was something in his eyes—an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

The nurse bowed slightly and excused herself. The door clicked shut behind her.

Greg walked toward her, sat beside the bed, and took her hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired. Nauseous. Emotional," she said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But okay. For now."

He gently ran his thumb along her knuckles. "I have something for you. Something important."

She tilted her head, curious. "What is it?"

Greg pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. He turned the speaker on and held it out so she could hear clearly.

Then—Judge Baker’s voice filled the room.

"I admit it. I took Duncan’s bribe. The evidence were doctored, the psychiatric reports were manipulated. Cammy was set up. She was never unstable. She was never unfit to be a mother."

Cammy froze.

Her hands flew to her mouth, trembling.

"Please... I beg you, let me provide the evidence to fix this. Let me atone..."

Tears spilled down her cheeks, silent at first, then came the sobs—gut-wrenching, broken.

Greg reached for her, held her tight, whispering, "It’s over, Cammy. He’s going down. You’re getting Dylan back. All of it—it’s going to be reversed. It will take some time since he agreed to sue Duncan back to prevent the Judge’s involvement, only for the sake of the innocent people who will get affected."

Cammy clung to him, burying her face in his chest, her whole body shaking with emotion.

"I thought no one would believe me. I thought I’d lost him forever," she cried. "How—how did you—"

Greg pulled away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. He cupped her face.

"You didn’t lose him. I won’t let you. I fought for you, Cammy. My father fought for you too. And Felicity—she knew all along. She was watching over you this whole time. You were never alone."

Cammy blinked, stunned. "Felicity?"

He nodded. "There’s more. I have the certified true copy of our marriage certificate. You’re not just my love—you’re my wife. In the eyes of the law. It’s real, Cammy."

Cammy gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. "You mean...?"

"I married you, Cammy. No regrets. No doubts. It’s legal, and no one—not Duncan, not Monica, not any goddamned judge—can take that from us."

She pressed her forehead against his. "I love you, Greg. So damn much."

He kissed her gently, lingering.

Then, pulling back slightly, he added in a hushed voice, "There is something else. Something Felicity said... about Monica. Something that might change your life."

Cammy’s heart skipped.

Greg took a breath.

Greg reached into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Cammy watched him, her breath still shaky from the audio she had just heard, her eyes red from crying—but she noticed the shift in his expression.

He pulled out a folded piece of paper—aged slightly, but official. Sealed. Cammy stared at it as he placed it gently in her hand.

"What’s this?" she whispered, her voice trembling again.

"Something I didn’t expect to find," he said softly. "I had one of our lawyers start digging into Monica... after something Felicity said."

Cammy slowly opened the paper.

Her eyes scanned the document—her fingers beginning to shake.

Her lips moved silently as she read the words over and over, as if the truth refused to register.

And then—her body went cold.

"No..." she whispered. Her eyes darted to Greg. "This can’t be—this isn’t—"