My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Greg made a quick stop at one of the fancy clothing boutiques near his penthouse, stepping inside with a sense of urgency. He needed to get Cammy something comfortable to wear—something untouched by the events of the night. Meanwhile, she remained in his car, her delicate figure bathed in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the tinted windows. She stared blankly outside, her mind adrift, lost in a storm of thoughts she couldn’t escape. The world beyond the glass moved at its usual pace—cars speeding by, people laughing on sidewalks, neon lights flickering—but inside, within the confines of the car, there was only silence.

When Greg returned, he slid into the driver’s seat and reached for her, his fingers wrapped gently around her left hand. He gave it a soft squeeze, grounding her back to him, back to the present.

"Let’s grab something for dinner," he said, his voice low, careful. "That way, we can eat right away, and after you freshen up, I’ll take you back to Dylan."

Cammy turned to him, her expression unreadable. Then, with effort, she forced a smile—small, fragile, but there. "Let’s get some burgers."

Greg studied her for a moment before his lips curled into a faint smile. He lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss against her knuckles before shifting the car into gear and heading toward the nearest fast-food chain.

As he drove, his eyes flickered to her every few moments. She sat still, lost in a world he couldn’t reach. He wanted to ask what she was thinking, what emotions were tearing through her—but he hesitated. Some wounds weren’t meant to be pried open so soon.

Yet he could feel it—the weight in her heart, the unspoken pain. He wanted nothing more than to take it away, to make it disappear with a touch, a word, anything. But he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

Healing wasn’t something that happened overnight.

But that didn’t mean he would ever stop trying.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator and into the quiet sanctuary of his penthouse, Greg handed Cammy the paper bag with the clothes he had bought for her. His voice was gentle, careful. "Hey, do you want to eat first? The hot water’s off, and it’ll take some time to heat up after I turn it on."