The joy that erupted in Cammy’s hospital room was beyond words. It was the kind of happiness that made hearts race, knees buckle, and tears spill freely.
Cammy clung to Greg as if she were afraid to let go, her sobs now filled with gratitude instead of despair. Greg kissed her forehead again and again, whispering that everything was finally going to be okay.
Around them, the atmosphere brimd with emotion. Even the usually composed Ethan wiped at his eyes discreetly, while Eve openly wept and hugged Ellie. Harry clapped Ric on the back as they shared a long, silent mont of relief and triumph.
Ric, not one to be outdone when it ca to expressing joy, had already made arrangents before the verdict. Monts later, word ca from downstairs that a full buffet spread from one of his finest Michelin-starred restaurants had arrived.
It was his way of celebrating not just Cammy’s legal victory, but her survival. He insisted the food be shared with everyone in the ward, including the hospital staff who had cared for her.
"This isn’t just a win for Cammy," Ric had said earlier. "It’s a win for every woman who thought she had no choice."
As the celebration settled into a warm hum, Grace arrived—her usual sharp poise softened by the mont.
She approached the couple with a smile that couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes. "Cammy, Greg..." she began, voice slightly trembling, "I have one more thing. Dylan’s full custody has been officially restored to Cammy. The court order just ca through. You’re now free to transfer his schooling back here anyti."
Cammy’s lips parted, stunned. Her eyes brimd again as she whispered, "Are you serious?"
Grace nodded. "Completely."
Tears spilled anew down Cammy’s cheeks as she clutched Grace’s hands. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Grace. You didn’t just fight for —you fought like this was your own life on the line."
Grace smiled warmly and shrugged. "Well, it was my job... but yeah, maybe I threw in a little love and rage for good asure."
Cammy laughed through her tears, as did Greg, whose arm never left her side.
"Since you’re still under house arrest, I can go overseas and bring Dylan back," Greg offered.
But before he could move further with the plan, Grace held up a finger and shook her head dramatically. "Nope. Sorry, Mr. CEO. You’re staying right here. Cammy needs you more than ever."
"Grace—"
"Don’t even try to argue. I’ll go. I already need a break, and what better excuse to splurge than picking up my favorite kid? I’ll do a little shopping therapy on the side too. You know I deserve it."
Cammy and Greg exchanged amused glances, both chuckling.
"You’ve earned it," Cammy said.
Greg smirked. "Alright then. I’ll have the jet ready for you, and I’ll send you my black card for the trip. Also—expect a massive bonus. You’ve been extraordinary."
Grace’s jaw dropped. "Wait, what? I already charged you over my standard rate!"
"Consider it a gift. A very well-earned one," Greg replied.
Grace grinned wickedly. "Well damn, I must’ve saved a queen and her kingdom and not just one woman."
Then she raised a brow with a teasing smirk, "So... who are we suing next?"
Everyone in the room burst into laughter, the tension from months of trauma finally lifting, if only for a mont.
Just then, a nurse stepped in. "Mr. Ric’s team is finishing the setup. The buffet in the cafeteria is almost ready."
As if on cue, the tantalizing aroma of fine cuisine wafted in, making even the most emotional ones suddenly rember how long it had been since they ate.
A mont later, carts of elegantly plated dishes began rolling past the room—filet mignon, herb-crusted salmon, handmade pastas, and trays of delicate desserts.
After the laughter faded and the last forkful of gourt dessert was devoured, the hospital cafeteria began to empty out, the air still warm with celebration.
Cammy, feeling a flutter of mixed emotions in her chest, scanned the room until her eyes landed on Ric, who was helping his staff quietly pack away the leftover food and equipnt.
She made her way toward him, her steps slower now—not just because of the weight of her growing belly, but from the emotional weight that hadn’t quite left her shoulders.
"Ric," she called softly, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. "Can we talk?"
Ric imdiately turned. Without hesitation, he grabbed a chair, gently guiding her down into it like she was made of porcelain. "Of course. Sit first. You shouldn’t be standing too long."
Cammy smiled weakly, lowering herself into the seat. Her fingers curled into her lap before she lifted her gaze to et his. "I... I wanted to say thank you. And also, I’m sorry."
Ric blinked in surprise but didn’t interrupt her.
"When I married you, Ric, I really believed we were forever. I imagined us with gray hair, bickering over tea, watching our grandkids play." Her voice cracked. "I never thought it would end the way it did. I hurt you. I dragged your na through a storm. I ruined your life."
Ric stared at her for a long, quiet mont—then slowly shook his head, a small, wistful smile curling on his lips.
"No, Cammy. You didn’t ruin anything," he said, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. "You were... are... the best thing that ever happened to . Loving you—being with you—was never a mistake. I made my own choices.
And yes, I got burned, but I don’t regret it. You taught sothing. About love, about pain, about what it ans to fight for soone. That’s not a tragedy—that’s growth."
Cammy blinked back the tears, overwheld by his sincerity.
"I heard that so of your restaurants closed," she whispered, heart aching anew.
Ric chuckled with a hint of defiance in his voice. "Yeah, they did. Business took a hit when the tabloids had a field day with our nas. But hey—what do we do when the kitchen burns down? We build a bigger one. I’ll open new places. New nus, new dreams. You know ... no one can resist my recipes... or my charm."
He winked, and for a mont, it almost felt like old tis.
But then his expression sobered, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. "Cammy... I’m sorry too. I was selfish. I let my pride and Monica’s poison get into my head.
If I had stayed truthful, if I had seen you for who she really was... maybe none of this would’ve happened. Maybe your life wouldn’t have shattered the way it did."
Cammy squeezed his hand back. "It’s okay, Ric. That pain... that chaos... it led to find out who I really am. I got to take back my na, my freedom, my child. So in the end, maybe we didn’t lose anything—we just found different paths."
Ric’s eyes misted over, but he nodded silently.
Their mont was interrupted by Andrea, who stepped in with a soft voice. "Madam Cammy, the nurse said it’s ti for your ultrasound. If you’re ready, we can head over now."
Ric stood up with her, concern flashing across his face. "Is sothing wrong? Are you okay?"
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