My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 284: Bravest

Chapter 284: Bravest

Cammy sat quietly in bed, her fingers moving with delicate precision as she sewed tiny baby mittens. The steady rhythm of the needle was soothing, almost meditative—a small comfort amidst the storm her life had become.

She was holding onto Grace’s promise like a lifeline: that soon, she’d be able to see Dylan, even if only for a fleeting moment. That hope, no matter how fragile, gave her strength.

Andrea, sitting nearby with a soft blanket draped over her lap, watched her work in awe.

"It’s rare nowadays to see women who still know how to sew," she commented, her tone filled with admiration. "Especially with such care."

Cammy offered a wistful smile, her eyes never leaving the small piece of fabric in her hands. "You’re right. When I was pregnant with Dylan, I used to spend hours sewing little clothes for him. It made me feel close to him—even before he was born.

But life... it got too busy after he arrived. I had to let it go." Her voice trailed off, tinged with quiet regret.

Before Andrea could respond, the door creaked open slowly. A familiar face peeked in.

Cammy’s expression immediately brightened. "Greg? What are you doing here so early?"

Greg stepped inside, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "It’s Friday. I figured the world wouldn’t collapse if I skipped work today. So I went to the mall instead." He stepped aside, revealing what he’d been hiding behind the door.

"Ta-da!" he declared, holding up a small, sleek, pastel-colored sewing machine.

Cammy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God... you didn’t." Her eyes glistened, overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.

"Andrea told me what you’ve been doing every morning," Greg said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "And I figured it must be tough stitching tiny mittens with nothing but a needle and thread. I wasn’t sure if I picked the right one, though..."

"Are you kidding? It’s perfect!" Cammy beamed, reaching out like a child receiving the best birthday gift. "Quick—give it to me!"

Greg walked it over with a grin, gently placing it on the bedside table. Cammy ran her fingers over it like it was made of gold, her heart aching in the best way.

"I... I haven’t felt this happy in a long time," she whispered, eyes still locked on the gift. "Thank you, Greg. You always know what I need—even before I do."

Greg looked at her for a long moment, the smile on his face softening. "You’ve had so many people take from you, Cammy. The least I can do... is try to give a little back."

"Okay, now I really need to buy more fabrics!" Cammy chirped, her eyes alight with excitement. "With this machine, I can finish all these baby mittens in just one day! I should start ordering right now."

Without another word, she eagerly grabbed her phone and opened the CrossMart app, her fingers scrolling through colorful fabric listings like a woman on a mission. In her sudden burst of enthusiasm, she completely forgot Greg was still sitting beside her.

Greg watched her with a soft, amused smile, his heart full at the sight of her so full of life again.

Andrea caught his gaze and gave him a knowing shrug, trying not to laugh. She quietly stepped in, lifted the sewing machine from the overbed table, and placed it gently on the side cabinet to make space.

Greg stood up and brought over his laptop, placing it where the sewing machine had just been. The screen blinked awake, and in seconds, an incoming video call flashed. Without hesitation, Greg answered it—not on his phone, but on the laptop, and the clear image caught Cammy’s eye.

She paused, lowering her phone as curiosity took over. Her brows knitted when she saw the caller’s name.

"Wait... is that Grace? Why is she video calling you?" she asked, puzzled.

Greg didn’t answer right away. His eyes were focused on the screen. "Hi, Grace. Are you in position?" he asked calmly.

"Uh, yes, give me a few seconds," Grace replied, her breath slightly uneven. She adjusted her camera and began walking, the image on screen bouncing slightly as she moved.

Cammy leaned closer, intrigued. "Where is she? What’s going on?" she whispered urgently.

Greg turned to her, his voice low and steady. "I sent her abroad. I asked her to do something... important. For us."

Cammy’s brows furrowed, her heart pounding faster as a rush of emotion surged through her. "For us?" she repeated, her voice cracking with confusion and nervous anticipation. "Greg, what are you talking about? What’s she doing overseas?"

Greg reached for her hand and held it firmly, his gaze locking with hers. "Just trust me, Cammy. You’ve waited so long. You’ve fought so hard. It’s time you get something back."

Cammy stared at him, searching his face for answers, her throat tightening with emotion.

The image on the screen wobbled for a moment before finally settling. Grace adjusted the camera, and her face filled the screen once more. She looked slightly flushed from the walk but beamed with excitement and warmth.

"Alright," she said, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Are you both ready?"

Cammy blinked in confusion, her brows furrowing. "Ready for what?" she asked, her heart picking up pace, nerves prickling her skin.

But beside her, Greg didn’t answer—he simply gave a firm nod, his expression calm but unreadable.

"Okay then," Grace grinned. "Ready or not... here we go!"

With that, she turned the phone around and handed it off to someone else.

What followed felt like a punch of pure emotion to Cammy’s chest.

The screen shifted, revealing a bright, sunny garden—and standing in the middle of it was a small, wide-eyed boy.

Cammy gasped.

"Mommy!" Dylan’s voice rang out, cutting through the air like sunlight after a storm. "Mommy, I miss you so, so much!"

Then his face changed—confusion, worry. "Wait... what are you wearing? Are you in a hospital?"

Cammy’s hands flew to her mouth as her tears burst free, but this time... it wasn’t heartbreak or grief. It was joy—raw, overwhelming joy that stole her breath and shook her to her core.

"Baby... baby, oh my God..." she whispered through trembling fingers, her whole body trembling. She struggled to steady her voice, wiping her cheeks quickly as she tried to pull herself together.

Then, through a cracked but determined smile, she spoke.

"Yes, sweetheart. Mommy’s in the hospital, but I’m okay. I’m doing just fine, I promise."

Her voice wavered. "Don’t you worry about me—tell me everything, baby. Tell me how you’ve been. Are you eating well? Are you having fun? Mommy needs to hear everything."

Dylan’s little face lit up with excitement, his hands waving wildly as he began to talk.

"Mommy! I’m going to a new school here now. It’s huge, and they have a big playground with real grass!" he said, stretching his arms wide as if to show her just how big it was.

"I have a teacher named Miss Claire, and she’s super nice. She said I’m good at reading, and she gave me a gold star yesterday!"

Cammy laughed through her tears, her hand pressed tightly against her heart. "That’s amazing, baby! Mommy is so, so proud of you."

"I made a new friend too—his name is Kian. He likes robots just like me!" Dylan continued, his face beaming. "We built one from cardboard, and it can move its arms. I named it Rexo."

Greg stood quietly by Cammy’s side, watching the scene unfold with a soft, emotional smile. Even Andrea, who had slipped back into the room to drop off something, paused at the door, her eyes glistening.

But then Dylan’s bright tone faltered, and his expression grew more serious, his bottom lip quivering just slightly.

"But Mommy..." he said, his voice smaller now. "Last time... when the police came and took you... I was really scared. I didn’t know what was happening. I cried a lot. I thought maybe you didn’t want me anymore..."

Cammy’s heart shattered all over again.

"No. No, no, baby, never think that," she said, her voice tight with emotion, a sob catching in her throat. "I wanted to take you far away so we could be safe... so you wouldn’t have to be scared anymore. But things didn’t go as planned. I was only trying to protect you."

Dylan sniffled, trying to hold back his tears.

"I understand now. Attorney Grace explained everything. They said you’re the bravest Mommy in the world."

Cammy let out a soft, broken laugh as more tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I’m not brave, baby. I’m just a mommy who loves you more than anything in this world."

Dylan smiled again, reaching toward the screen like he was trying to touch her.

"I love you, too, Mommy. Please get better soon, so we can be together again."

"I will, sweetheart," Cammy whispered. "I will get better for you. I promise."

Greg gently placed a hand over hers, grounding her, supporting her.

Dylan kept chatting excitedly, his face bright and animated on the screen.

Cammy’s heart swelled with every word.

Greg discreetly turned away, giving Cammy a moment of privacy as tears ran down her face.

Grace, watching silently in the video feed, bit her lip and blinked back her own tears.

Then came the soft sound of a bell in the background on Dylan’s end.

"Uh-oh," Dylan said with a small sigh. "That’s the bell. My lunch break is over. I have to go back to class now."

Cammy nodded, wiping her eyes quickly and putting on a brave smile for him. "Alright, sweetheart. Be a good boy in school, okay? Learn lots and have fun. Mommy loves you so much."

And then the screen went dark as the call ended.

Cammy stared at the empty screen for a moment, her chest heaving with quiet sobs—not of pain, but of overwhelming love and longing.

Greg gently reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek, his touch warm and steady.

"You did great," he whispered. "He’s safe. He’s happy. And he still knows exactly who his mommy is."

Cammy looked up at him, eyes red but shining. "Thank you, Greg... for making this happen. I needed that more than anything."

Greg gave her a soft smile. "And you’ll see him again soon. This isn’t the end, Cammy. This is the beginning of you getting your life back."