My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 281: Cammy’s Truth

Chapter 281: Cammy’s Truth

"It’s real," Greg said gently, leaning closer. "My father requested the police’s presence while the test was being conducted to make sure that no one would tamper with it again. Cammy..." He paused, swallowing hard. "Monica isn’t your mother."

The paper slipped from her trembling hands.

Her mouth fell open as she gasped, her entire body tensing. "W-What?"

"Here, take a look. This is the death certificate of Monica and my Father’s real child. The baby only lived for a few hours. This is the baby that my father was claiming.

Peter wasn’t aware that he wasn’t there when your mom gave birth. And when he finally arrived at the hospital. Your mother told him that their baby is already at home with the nanny because there was a complication with her after giving birth.

We have no idea where Monica got that baby. But that baby was you, and apparently, you really are Peter’s daughter. Monica registered your birth with her and Peter as your parents.

We only found them through a contact of Felicity’s who was working in the mansion of Peter who owed her a favor."

Cammy covered her mouth, her breath now coming out in shallow, uneven gulps. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum.

"That’s why she treated me the way she did," she whispered, voice cracking. "I was never hers. She never wanted me."

Greg held her again, tighter this time, feeling the storm rising inside her.

"You don’t belong to her, Cammy. You never did. Her cruelty—her coldness—it wasn’t your fault. None of it."

Tears streamed down Cammy’s face, unstoppable. But this time, they weren’t just from pain. They were from release. From a truth she’d never even dared to hope for.

She pulled away from Greg slightly, looking at him with eyes wide and wet.

"Then who am I, Greg?" she choked out. "Who the hell am I?"

Greg didn’t answer right away. He wiped her tears with his thumbs and said softly,

"Who you are... is the woman I love. The woman who survived. The mother of our child. The one I married, not because of her name or her blood, but because of her heart."

Cammy broke down again, and Greg held her through it—while outside the room, Felicity stood silently near the door.

Listening.

Watching.

And knowing...

The truth was only just beginning to unravel.

The hospital room remained quiet—too quiet—until the door creaked open slowly.

Greg and Cammy turned, surprised to see Felicity walking in. Her expression was unreadable, composed but heavy. Cammy’s eyes widened.

"Felicity?" she gasped. "We thought you left for Arlon City already!"

Felicity stepped forward, removing her coat and folding it neatly over her arm. "I was supposed to... but I had somewhere else to be first." She paused, locking eyes with Cammy. "I went to see Monica."

Greg stood. "You what?"

"I visited her in prison," Felicity continued, her voice cold but steady. "Offered her a large sum of money to talk. She refused at first—said there was nothing to tell. But then I dangled a number high enough to make her break... and she finally sang like the venomous little viper she is."

"You didn’t need to do that," Greg said.

Felicity smiled, "No, I have to. Not for my son, but for my daughter-in-law. Believe me or not, Greg. I do love Cammy like my own daughter. Treat this as my wedding gift for you."

Greg didn’t argue anymore and nodded instead.

Cammy blinked, her throat tightening. "What did she say...?"

Felicity stepped closer to the bed. "She admitted it. Cammy... you’re not her daughter. Not by blood. Your mother... was one of the household maids."

Cammy’s breath hitched.

Greg stood rigid, staring at Felicity, stunned. She continued:

"Years ago, Peter was heartbroken and drunk. He had just learned Monica was still in love with Richard. He got drunk and vulnerable... and one of their maids took advantage of that. She was beautiful, smart, and unfortunately—she looked just enough like Monica to confuse a man in the dark."

Cammy covered her mouth in horror.

"Peter thought he was with my mothe– Monica?" she whispered.

Felicity nodded solemnly. "It was a one-time mistake. A tragic, messy moment. Monica caught them—but instead of raging, she saw an opportunity."

Greg scoffed. "It’s so her. What kind of opportunity are we talking about here?"

Felicity’s eyes turned ice cold. "The maid was already planning to get pregnant by Peter. She wanted to trap him—to use the child to extort money. The one-night stand bears fruit.

But since Monica found it out already, she sent her away to one of their vacation homes and put her under surveillance. She doesn’t want that baby to meet Peter and share her child’s inheritance.

She planned to send the baby to an orphanage and pay the maid to keep her mouth shut forever, since money was what she really wanted."

She paused to let Cammy take in everything she said before continuing.

Felicity continued. "However, Monica was still seeing Richard at that time and got pregnant by him. But fate didn’t play along. When she finally found out she was conceiving, the baby had complications. The doctors warned her: the pregnancy might not go to term. Her body couldn’t handle it."

Tears welled in Cammy’s eyes. Her hands trembled violently.

"Monica’s child didn’t survive." Her voice was a whisper now, like the ghost of a secret. "She lost the baby in her seventh month. A stillbirth. Worse, the complications damaged her uterus. She could never have children again."

Cammy looked like she couldn’t breathe. "So... she needed a backup?"

"Exactly." Felicity nodded. "She paid off the maid. But it wasn’t a negotiation—it was blackmail. Monica threatened her, threatened her family. So the woman gave up the baby. That baby... was you."

Greg’s eyes widened. Cammy sat frozen, pale as paper.

Felicity gave them a moment, then finished the bitter truth.

"So, she took you, Cammy. She gave you her name and claimed you as her own. Not out of love—but out of desperation. You were her insurance policy, her replacement. And for all these years, she resented you for being the child of a one-night mistake... and a maid she hated."

Cammy couldn’t hold it anymore.

She broke down, sobbing violently into her hands. Her whole body shook with the weight of the revelation. Everything—the beatings, the cold words, the abandonment—it all made a cruel, twisted sense now.

Greg rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her, whispering calming words she couldn’t even hear through the roar of grief in her chest.

"I’m so sorry, Cammy," Felicity said softly. "I had to tell you. You deserved to know."

Cammy looked up at her through her tears. "Do you... do you know who my real mother is?"

Felicity hesitated, her jaw tightening. "No. Monica never kept the records. She made sure the woman disappeared—paid her off and burned everything. We may never know who she really was."

Cammy closed her eyes and let out a long, shaking breath.

"Then maybe... I’ll just have to be okay with who I became."

Felicity stepped forward and took Cammy’s hand.

"You’re stronger than both of them. She was planning to use you for money, just like what Monica did. There’s no need to know her, Cammy. You survived them. And now... you’re building something better. With Greg. With your baby."

Greg kissed the top of her head.

"I swear to you, Cammy. No more lies. No more pain. We’ll uncover everything—and we’ll make them pay. All of them."

Cammy clung to him, and this time—the tears she cried weren’t from pain alone.

They were from release. From truth. From the slow, painful unraveling of a life built on lies... and the fragile hope of something real at last.