My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 304: Unstable (2)

Chapter 304: Unstable (2)

Annie’s voice wavered as it came through the phone, fragile and full of hesitation.

[C-Can we meet in person? Please, Greg. I just... I need to say some things. And I want to offer you something—something you won’t be able to refuse.]

Greg exhaled slowly, gripping the phone tighter. He had no desire to see either Annie or Duncan face to face, and until now, he’d chosen to let their respective lawyers handle every interaction. It was cleaner. Less emotional.

But Annie... Annie was a different story.

There had been a time when he burned with hatred for her. He wanted revenge so badly he could taste it—he only delayed it because of her pregnancy.

And then Cammy entered his life, and slowly, that thirst for vengeance was replaced by something positive: peace, healing, and a resolve to move forward. Justice, not vengeance is what he desire now.

Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t have a few words of his own to deliver. Things that had been buried in his chest for far too long.

He drew in a breath. "Fine," he said curtly. "I’ll tell my secretary to give you an appointment tomorrow, but only if you bring your lawyer with you. You’ll receive a message about the time. It will be in my office—because I’m very busy and have no time to go out of my way."

He ended the call before she could say anything else. No room for negotiation. He then texted his secretary to do what he promised Annie.

Greg leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Then he picked up his phone again and typed a quick message to Grace.

[Meeting Annie in my office tomorrow. She requested it herself. Just wanted to give you a heads-up. Will keep it strictly business. Please send one of your associates to be a witness and mediator in the meeting.]

After hitting send, Greg’s thoughts drifted toward the bedroom, where his wife was still peacefully resting. The thought of her—of Cammy, of their baby—steadied his heartbeat and reminded him why he was doing all this in the first place.

He then turned off his computer and went to their room to finally see his sleeping wife after a long day.

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The next morning, the sun had barely climbed over the horizon when Annie was discharged from the hospital. Though her body was weak and her spirit fragile, she refused to rest.

Her baby, still fragile in the NICU, could not come home with her—and leaving without her daughter only added more urgency to her next move.

Without wasting a second, Annie ordered her driver to take her straight to the prison where Duncan was being held. She stormed toward the entrance, only to come to a halt at the sight of Attorney Randolf Evans standing there, arms crossed and an overly polite smile plastered on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Annie demanded, her tone already laced with irritation. "I told you to meet me at Greg’s office later."

Randolf’s expression didn’t waver. "I called your house to check if you have arrived safely and your butler said you were on your way here. Since I was going to check on Duncan anyway, I figured I’d wait and accompany you inside. Shall we?"

He opened the door with a sweeping gesture.

Annie rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She marched past him and let him trail behind her like a persistent shadow.

Once inside the prison’s meeting room, the steel door creaked open, and in walked Duncan, escorted by a guard.

Annie’s hand flew to her mouth in horror at the sight of him. His once-polished image was now a mess. His beard had grown wild, his hair was unkempt, and the orange jumpsuit hung on him like defeat itself. Handcuffs glinted coldly against his wrists.

"This is ridiculous!" Annie snapped, rounding on the guard. "Remove his handcuffs right now! This place is crawling with guards. He has nowhere to go!"

"Sorry, ma’am. That’s protocol. I can’t make any exceptions," the guard replied curtly before turning and walking out.

Annie rushed forward, arms wide, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Duncan... oh my god, look at you. I was so worried. I came as soon as I was discharged—"

But before she could touch him, Duncan jerked away violently, making her flinch.

"Don’t touch me!" he snapped.

Annie froze. "W-What? Why are you angry at me?" she stammered. "I’ve been doing everything I can to get you out. I’ve been begging my father, calling in favors—don’t you see? I care about you!"

"You care about me?" Duncan’s voice rose, bitter and raw. "You’re the reason I’m in this mess! You dragged me into this disaster with your manipulations, your obsession with Greg, and your lies!"

Annie’s face twisted in disbelief. "How dare you blame me? All I’ve done is help you! If you’d just agreed to marry me like I asked, my father would’ve helped you. It doesn’t have to be grand—we could do it here, in the prison even! Then he’d be obligated to help his son-in-law!"

"You still don’t get it, do you?" Duncan said coldly. "You think a rushed prison wedding will solve everything? I’m sitting in a cell because of you. Your desperation. Your schemes. You thought tying me to your family name would erase what we’ve done?"

Annie’s lip quivered, a mixture of rage and hurt flashing in her eyes. "I did all of this because I love you."

Duncan laughed—sharp and joyless. "No. You did it because you wanted to own me. Just like you wanted to own Greg. And now look where we are."

The silence that followed was heavy. Even Randolph, now leaning against the wall with a neutral face, said nothing.

Annie’s hands curled into fists as she whispered, "I’m not giving up on you."

Duncan’s eyes narrowed. "Maybe you should. Because I already gave up on you."

Annie’s horrified face cannot be hidden as she asks, "W-What do you mean?"

Duncan nodded at Randolf, who took a piece of paper from the envelope he was holding and gave it to Annie.

Her eyes widened as soon as she saw what was written. "T-This is fake! This is not true at all!"