My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Dylan and Cammy practically skipped—well, one of them did—into the hospital, buzzing with excitement. Today was the day! The day Dylan would finally be freed from the clutches of that bulky, soul-sucking wheelchair he absolutely despised. Crutches were on the horizon, and with them, a ticket back to school—though, for now, he’d still have to head home early until his orthopedic cast was off.

Baby steps... literally.

As they entered the exam room, the doctor greeted them with a knowing smile. "Well, well, Dylan! You’re looking suspiciously cheerful today."

Dylan grinned so wide it looked like his face might get stuck that way. "Of course, Doc! Last time you said that when I saw you again, you’d let me stand and use crutches!"

The doctor chuckled and gave Dylan’s hair a ruffle, like some wise old wizard bestowing a blessing. "Ah, yes. I did say that. But do you remember what I said right after?"

Dylan’s megawatt smile flickered, then fizzled out like a balloon losing air. He slumped dramatically. "Yes, doctor. You also said... if my fibula was healing well, then I could use crutches."

The doctor gave an approving nod. "Impressive! You even remembered the fancy bone name. Looks like school hasn’t completely left your brain." He winked.

"Well then, let’s get that leg of yours under the X-ray machine and see if it’s ready to graduate from Wheelchair Academy!"

With that, he gestured for Cammy, Dylan, and their ever-dutiful nanny to follow him. The trio nodded eagerly, ready for what they hoped would be Dylan’s grand re-entry into the walking world.

Dylan sat on the X-ray table, wiggling his fingers anxiously as the machine hummed to life. Cammy stood beside him, hands clasped together like she was about to witness the grand finale of a magic trick.