Greg was sitting at the edge, his head bowed, his arms wrapped tightly around Cammy. His face buried in the crook of her neck as though holding her was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. His broad shoulders trembled slightly, betraying the storm inside him.
Cammy’s hand gently stroked his back, her fingers threading through his hair in soothing motions. She whispered sothing too soft to hear, but the tenderness in her tone painted the air with warmth.
Felicity froze at the doorway, her breath catching in her throat.
She hadn’t seen her son in so long—not like this. She had missed so many monts, so many birthdays, victories, heartbreaks, recoveries. And now here he was... full-grown, broken, strong, vulnerable, all at once. In love. Desperate. Changed.
She watched as Greg clung to Cammy like she was the only real thing left in his world. She heard him sob in Cammy’s embrace.
Watched as Cammy leaned back slightly to brush her thumb across Greg’s cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even realize had fallen.
"Greg," Cammy whispered, her voice filled with concern, "what happened?"
Greg pulled back slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught behind the lump in his throat.
That was when he saw her.
His eyes locked with Felicity’s across the room.
Cammy followed his gaze—and then she saw her too.
Cammy’s face lit up the mont she recognized the woman in the doorway.
"Felicity!" she exclaid with unfiltered joy, her voice soaring with a mix of surprise, longing, and excitent. "This is a wonderful surprise! You finally ca to see ! How are you? Oh my God, co here!"
She extended her arms, eager to embrace her. Her smile was wide, glowing, as if she were greeting family—because in her heart, Felicity is her family.
Felicity’s lips curved into a trembling smile. Her eyes shimred with tears again, this ti from the warmth in Cammy’s welco. Slowly, she moved forward to return the embrace.
But before she could reach the bed—
Greg stepped in front of her.
A wall. Firm and unwavering.
His arm instinctively shot out, shielding Cammy.
His eyes—piercing, wounded, disbelieving—locked onto Felicity’s face.
"You know each other?" he asked sharply, voice tight with suspicion, pain flickering just beneath the surface.
Cammy’s smile faltered, confused by Greg’s sudden coldness.
"Yes... of course we do," Cammy said, looking between the two with furrowed brows. "We’ve known each other for almost two years now. She was my boss—she owns Pearl Resort. Didn’t I tell you before?"
Greg slowly turned his head toward Felicity, his expression darkening as understanding began to settle.
"You knew?" he asked, his voice quiet now—dangerously quiet. The kind of stillness before a storm. "All this ti... you knew about her. About . And you said nothing?"
Felicity opened her mouth, but no words ca out. Her face crumpled slightly, and she dropped her gaze, unable to et his piercing stare.
"Greg—" she started.
"No," he cut her off, voice shaking with betrayal. "You knew I was in love with her. That she ant everything to . And you said nothing.
You watched us suffer. You watched fight for her without ever stepping in, without telling that you were right there beside her."
Felicity swallowed hard, the weight of guilt heavy on her shoulders.
"I didn’t know how to tell you," she said softly. "When I found out who she was—what she ant to you—I... I thought I could help in my own way. Quietly. From the shadows. I didn’t want to disrupt your lives. I thought it was too late... R-Richard and I had sign an agreent to never show my face to you again. I was scared."
"Too late?" Greg’s voice cracked. "Too late to tell your son that the woman he was falling in love with had already t you? That she admired you? That she trusted you? Do you even realize how many nights I sat alone, thinking I was completely on my own—while you were just there? With her?"
Cammy looked between them now, realization dawning. Her hand reached out for Greg’s.
"Greg... she didn’t tell who she really was either," she said quietly, trying to ease the tension.
Greg’s chest rose and fell as he tried to process the tangled truth unraveling before him. His grip on Cammy’s hand tightened.
Felicity stepped forward, trembling.
"I’ve made mistakes," she whispered. "Too many to count. But loving you was never one of them. Watching over Cammy—it was the only connection I had left to you. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t expect it."
The room fell into silence, heavy with emotion.
Greg’s eyes brimd with tears again—this ti not from anger, but from confusion, from a lifeti of silence finally crumbling into chaos.
Cammy gently pulled his hand, guiding him to sit beside her again.
"She helped through so of my hardest days, Greg," she said softly. "Without knowing she was your mother, I still felt her care. She never judged . She supported when I felt most alone. She saved ."
Felicity lowered her head, her voice breaking.
"I am not expecting you to forgive , but please let help you and Cammy."
Greg looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first ti, saw not just a mother who left... but a woman who had carried the weight of regret for years.
But forgiveness wouldn’t co easily.
And neither would trust.
Still... sothing had shifted.
And though his heart was still bruised, his fingers did not let go of Cammy’s.
Cammy could feel the storm swirling inside Greg—the way his jaw clenched, the tension rippling through his body, the betrayal still raw in his eyes.
She knew this was a wound far deeper than anything she could understand. But she also knew the man beside her. His capacity to love. His loyalty. His pain.
Gently, she reached for his hands.
"Please, Greg..." Cammy said softly, her voice trembling just enough to betray how much she cared. "I think... you and Felicity should talk. Really talk."
Greg swallowed, his throat suddenly tight.
"If not for ," Cammy continued, lifting one of his hands to her chest, where their unborn child rested, "then do it for our baby."
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