[~Song Recomndation: To The Bone by Pamungkas~]
"What if I don’t want to forget that night? What if I don’t want us to stop here? I don’t want to let go of you, Cammy..."
Cammy couldn’t stop those words from echoing in her mind. ’No, he didn’t say that. It’s all just my imagination!’ she tried convincing herself.
When Greg glanced at Cammy, she was already staring at him, speechless and stunned. He noticed the fury had left her eyes, replaced by a softer look... yet tears were welling up once again.
Taking her left hand, Greg said, "You said you wanted revenge on your ex-husband, right? Let help you. If this is the only way that you would let stay by your side then so be it."
Cammy’s emotions were a whirlwind—one mont she was angry and scared, then confused and touched, only to circle back to frustration.
"You don’t want to help , Greg. You just need soone to use against Annie. This is about your bruised ego and pride, crushed by her. And you think I’m the perfect tool for your revenge. Tell , Greg—do you know who I was when I first ca to your villa?" Cammy asked, her voice steady and bold.
"No, I had no clue who you were. If I had, it wouldn’t have taken so long to find you. But yesterday, I learned the truth about who you really are. I wanted to ask the sa question, how did you find out about Annie?"
"My friend showed a video of her talking about how you ruined her life. But even before that, I already knew Annie from so social events. I caught them myself at our vacation ho that night, naked and everything. So, imagine my surprise when I found out she was your fiancée.
The words you said back at the villa about helping with my revenge hit all over again when I saw that video. This was always about your revenge, Greg. So stop pretending you’re trying to help ."
Greg was left speechless. She was right in so parts, but also wrong at the sa ti. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t just about that. There was sothing more... It was a deep-rooted feeling and connection with her that he just couldn’t decipher at the mont.
’So, you talk about with your friend huh? How sweet!’ he thought while trying to suppress a smile.
"How do you plan to get your revenge? Do you really think you can do it on your own?" Greg asked.
Cammy sighed, turning away to stare out the window. "I don’t know yet. I’ll figure sothing out. Let handle my own problems, and you can deal with yours."
"The longer you wait, the harder it will be to pull it off effectively."
"What do you an?" she asked, frowning in concern.
"You must not be keeping up with the news. Duncan is about to take over your father’s company," Greg revealed.
"What? That’s happening so fast! It hasn’t even been a month since I was declared dead!"
"For a business as large as your father’s, this is actually a bit delayed. From what I’ve seen, it was a unanimous decision by the board. With the owner incapacitated and the heirs thought to be dead, it’s no surprise they chose Duncan to step in. Your husband is, after all, a skilled businessman," Greg explained.
"He’s not my husband anymore..." Cammy muttered under her breath, but Greg caught it and smirked.
"If you despise him that much, what’s stopping you from teaming up with ? Does it really matter if I want revenge too? We share the sa goal, so why not work together and take them both down? Ti’s running out, Cammy. The longer you wait, the slimr your chances of winning and reclaiming what belongs to you and Dylan. Chances are, the odds will turn against you."
"You even know my son’s na? Just how much did you dig into my life?" Cammy exclaid.
"I did hire an investigator to find you, but Dylan’s na didn’t co from him. Your son told his na himself at the airport."
Cammy stared at Greg, bewildered. "Airport?"
"I was the one who found his inhaler and took him to the lost and found station. Quite the coincidence, don’t you think? Maybe fate really did want us to et. Too bad I didn’t recognize you right away at the resort. You looked absolutely stunning that night...
Your hair flowing perfectly over your shoulders, that dress hugging your body just right... and how easy it was for my hands to slip it off. I can’t stop thinking about it."
Cammy shot him a sharp look, frowning. "Seriously? Stop. I don’t want to hear that. You’ve got the nerve to say that after asking to join your revenge plan? You’re unbelievable!"
Greg chuckled. "I’m just trying to lighten the mood. I hate seeing you cry, Cammy. When you do, it feels like I can’t breathe, like there’s a weight crushing my chest. You are very good in making feel guilty."
Cammy rolled her eyes and buckled her seatbelt. "Whatever, enough of this nonsense. Let’s just get back to the office."
Greg did the sa, but before gripping the steering wheel, he gently took Cammy’s left hand and said, "Think about my offer, Cammy. I’ll be waiting for your answer. But please, don’t take too long—we’re running out of ti."
Cammy’s mind lingered on Greg’s words as she silently vowed to restore the honor of her father that her mother had tarnished. Despite the damage her mother caused to the company, her father never blad her, choosing to shoulder the responsibility himself out of love.
But now that Duncan was taking control, Cammy knew it wouldn’t be easy to regain her footing, especially with her limited business experience. The board wouldn’t just dismiss Duncan simply because they were divorced.
The car ride was quiet as Greg drove into the basent parking of Cross Tech. He found a spot to drop Cammy off, away from prying eyes, but when he stopped, he noticed she was hesitating, lost in deep thought.
"What’s on your mind? Tell ," Greg urged, noticing Cammy’s distraction.
"Huh?" she asked, startled.
"I can tell sothing’s bothering you," Greg pressed.
"What’s your plan? I an, with Annie. What kind of revenge are you thinking of?"
"That was quick. Does this an you’re considering teaming up with ?"
"I haven’t decided yet. I want to know what you plan to do first before I make up my mind. I-I don’t want any bloodshed or physical harm if it can be avoided," Cammy said, her voice steady but brave.
Greg burst into laughter, leaving Cammy baffled. "What’s so funny?! I’m not joking!" she snapped, but Greg’s laughter only grew, irritating her more.
"Fine! Laugh it off by yourself!" Cammy reached for the door handle, but it didn’t budge. That’s when she felt Greg’s hand on her arm.
"It’s on child lock," he said calmly. "But let answer your question first. I don’t plan on hurting anyone physically unless it’s in self-defense. And killing? Absolutely not. I am not that evil, Cammy. My plans are simple but effective.
Annie loves being in the spotlight, so I’ll give her just that—in the worst possible way. I’ll break her emotionally, destroy her reputation, and leave her no dignity to face the public... Just like what she did to . I will only return the favor. All I want is my child from her, and I’ll fight fairly. I’m not here to cause unnecessary damage."
"H-How about Duncan? You must hate him for being with Annie, especially when you two were engaged."
Greg leaned in closer to Cammy, his eyes narrowing. "Are you worried about your husband, Cammy? Do you still love him?"
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