My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 295: Cammy’s Project (1)

Cammy inhaled deeply, her chest rising with the weight of the words she was about to speak. Her hand found Greg’s, and she held it tightly as she looked into his eyes—eyes that had seen her through pain, transformation, and now... purpose.

"I’ve made a decision," she said quietly at first, but her voice strengthened with each word. "I want to use the money I got from the divorce to help renovate the orphanage."

Greg blinked, surprised—but he didn’t interrupt.

"I mean it, Greg," she continued, emotion swelling in her voice. "That money was born from pain and betrayal, but maybe it can finally do something good. I don’t need it. I’ll be getting income from CorEx soon anyway, and even if I spend all of it on the orphanage, I know I’ll earn it back. What matters now is giving those kids a real place to call home. A place that doesn’t break your heart the moment you step through the gate. Would... would that be okay with you?"

Greg didn’t answer right away. He simply stared at her for a moment, as if seeing her in a new light. Then, a soft smile formed on his lips.

"Cammy," he said gently, "why are you asking me for permission? That’s your money. You earned it. You endured everything that came before it. You want to use it to help others? That just makes me love you more."

He leaned closer, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Besides, you do not have to save a cent. My money is yours. Every damn cent of it. We’re a team now, remember?"

Cammy’s breath hitched, but Greg wasn’t finished. His eyes grew distant for a moment, clouded by memories.

"Truth is... I was planning the same thing," he confessed. "When I saw that place today, it reminded me of where I came from. Before Feli... I mean, before my mother brought me to my father, because we had nothing. We barely ate. We slept on cold floors. I know what it feels like to be forgotten. It’s not easy to be poor."

He cleared his throat, his voice cracking with emotion. "I’ve been donating to charities and organizations for years... but today, when I saw those kids, those babies—I knew this one had to be different. We’re not just writing checks. We’re building something. Together."

Cammy launched into his arms again, but this time Greg was ready. He caught her and held her close as she sobbed quietly against his chest.

"I love you," she whispered over and over. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Greg pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Let’s talk about the renovation plans at home, okay? Right now, we need food—and I think the others are probably waiting on us."

Hand in hand, they walked toward the cafeteria. Cammy’s radiant smile lit up the hallway like sunshine breaking through a storm. The moment she entered, Sarah noticed it instantly.

"You look like a woman who just got proposed to again," Sarah teased. "Is your overly protective husband no longer panicking?"

Cammy laughed as she settled into the chair Greg had gallantly pulled out for her. "No more panicking. In fact... we have two pieces of very good news."

Sarah leaned in, eyes wide. "Don’t leave me hanging!"

Cammy looked at Greg, and he gave her a reassuring nod. "We’ve decided to adopt the twins."

The words hadn’t even finished leaving her lips before Sarah shot up from her chair and threw her arms around Cammy, squeezing her tightly with uncontainable joy.

"Oh my God! That’s amazing! Are you absolutely sure?"

It was Greg who answered, his voice firm and heartfelt. "We are. The moment I saw them... I felt something. I knew they belonged with us. Honestly, I’m the one who told Cammy we should adopt them."

Cammy’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her voice trembled as she added, "I had twin girls once... before. They were premature and... they didn’t survive. They only lived for a week. But when I saw these two, it was like... God was giving me a second chance. A chance to be the mother I lost the chance to be."

For a moment, the room fell into a reverent silence. Sarah’s hands flew to her heart, overwhelmed. "Oh, Cammy..." she whispered. "This is meant to be. It’s fate. You were there when they arrived—you were meant to find them. They were meant to find you."

She wiped her eyes, then grabbed her phone. "I have to tell Sister Olivia. This is the kind of miracle she prays for every night. I’ll be right back!" _{f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com}

As she walked off to share the news, Cammy sat there with her hand still in Greg’s, her heart thundering with love, loss, and something new—hope.

After a quiet, fulfilling lunch, Greg gave Cammy a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading back to work, promising to check in later.

Cammy, accompanied by Sarah and Hanna, made her way back to the orphanage—her heart full, her mind already brimming with ideas.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the orphanage, Sister Olivia was already standing outside the main building, her arms stretched open with anticipation.

The moment Cammy stepped out, the nun rushed forward and wrapped her in a warm, tearful embrace.

"Cammy!" Sister Olivia cried, her voice trembling with emotion. "You haven’t even finished your shift here, and already you’ve given us more than I ever dreamed to ask for!"

Cammy returned the hug tightly, her eyes closing as if trying to absorb the moment. "You don’t need to thank me, Sister," she said gently. noveldrama

"I’m not doing this for recognition. Helping here... being with these children... it gives my heart purpose. This is healing for me, just as much as it helps them."

Sister Olivia pulled back, her eyes misty but shining. "Then you are a rare soul, my dear. And if this is part of your healing, then I pray it gives you everything you’re looking for."