My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 203: The Girl Isn’t Mine (2)

Monica’s sigh was long, weighted with the exhaustion of a secret buried too long. "My real daughter," she said quietly, "was stillborn. She never took a single breath. She was my child with Richard."

Ric’s breath caught. His brows knit together, stunned, confused. "What...? Then who is—"

"I took Cammy," Monica interrupted, her voice low, almost hollow now.

"She wasn’t mine. She was the daughter of one of our housemaids—Peter’s housemaid. He had an affair. I fired the girl the moment I found out and sent her away, but I had her watched. I knew something like this might happen. I didn’t want any bastard child lurking in the shadows, threatening my future children’s inheritance."

Ric stared at her, speechless, as the pieces began to click together in his mind like a puzzle he’d never even known existed.

"I found out she was pregnant," Monica continued, her voice gaining speed now, each word a dagger of confession.

"At the same time, I was also carrying Richard’s child. Cammy’s real mother didn’t want her; she wanted money. So I offered her a deal—keep the baby, and I’d take her once she gave birth. She agreed. I didn’t plan to raise the child... just ship her off to some orphanage, keep her far away from our lives."

Her hands gripped the pouch tightly now, her nails digging into the plastic.

"But then... I found out my baby had a hole in her heart. I kept it from Peter. I clung to hope that she’d survive birth... that we’d operate and fix it after. But she didn’t make it."

Ric couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. His heart thudded so hard in his chest it hurt.

"Peter was out of the country when it happened," she whispered. "And Cammy—Cammy was born early. I had her taken in secretly, thinking, planning...

But when my baby died, and I was still in the hospital recovering, I made the decision. I told them to bring Cammy home. Peter never knew the truth. He thought she was ours."

"And you just let him believe it?" Ric rasped.

"My uterus had complications after childbirth," Monica said, finally turning to meet Ric’s gaze. Her eyes, though dry, were stormy with old wounds.

"They had to remove it. I couldn’t have another child, Ric. And Peter... he loved that baby from the moment he held her. That’s why their bond is so strong. It was built in those first few weeks, when I couldn’t even get out of the hospital."

She shook her head slowly, the bitterness creeping into her voice like venom. "I did accept Cammy. I had no choice. But every time I looked at her, I was reminded of everything—Peter’s betrayal. The death of my child. The fact that she was born from a lie."

Her voice dropped into a whisper. "And worst of all, that she never really belonged to me."

Ric leaned back slowly, the weight of Monica’s truth sinking into his bones. The engine hummed softly beneath them, the only sound in the heavy silence that followed.

"You always seemed cold to her," he finally murmured. "I thought it was just... your way. But this? This is monstrous."

Monica looked out the window, her voice laced with tired defiance. "You say that now. But you still agreed to help me rewrite her truth."

Ric’s jaw clenched. "To protect her. Not to keep her in the dark intentionally."

Monica turned her eyes back to him, calculating and unreadable. "Then help me finish this, Ric. One more lie... to preserve the life she knows. To protect everyone. I do what I must. For all of us," Monica said, voice low and dangerous.

"Don’t forget, Ric—you’re in this with me now. If Richard finds out that Cammy is Peter’s daughter. He will never let her into his family. He hated Peter and me so much."

He hesitated, torn between horror and loyalty, before slowly starting the car again.

"I know, but I never wanted it this way. I agreed to help because I care about Cammy—deeply. And I know that if she finds out she’s not really your daughter or if she learns she’s tied by blood to the Crosses, either story will shatter her. I want to protect her."

"You can protect her by keeping her safe by your side. Now let’s go," Monica said.

Ric stared at the road, a storm brewing in his chest.

"Then let’s finish it," he said coldly. "Let’s bury the truth before it buries Cammy."

And with that, he pressed harder on the gas, the engine roaring as they vanished into the city’s night—two conspirators chasing a secret that could destroy everything if it ever saw the light.

The car slid silently into the shared underground parking lot of the Arlon Medical Center and the DNA Testing Facility.

Monica sat stiffly in the passenger seat, clutching her designer bag like it held something more volatile than just a strand of hair—it held the weight of years of lies, grief, and betrayal.

Ric killed the engine, his fingers drumming anxiously on the wheel before he spoke. "Are you ready for this?"

Monica didn’t answer.

A tall man in a pristine white lab coat emerged from a service elevator near where Ric parked the car.

He walked towards Ric’s car, and when Ric rolled down the window, he immediately introduced himself.

"I’m Dr. Alvaro Reyes," he said in a low, measured voice, extending a gloved hand.

Ric shook his hand firmly but wasted no time. "You understand what needs to be done?"

Dr. Reyes gave a curt nod. "Of course. You’re both in safe hands."

Monica pulled the small, sealed evidence pouch from her bag with deliberate care, holding it out like a holy offering. "This is the hair sample of Peter Watson. It’s vital this replaces the one originally submitted."

Dr. Reyes took the pouch delicately, inspecting it with a critical eye before slipping it into his lab coat. "I’ll make sure it’s the only sample processed. No questions, no duplicates. Once the results are out, the original sample will be disposed of as if it never existed."

Ric took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes. "Be careful, Reyes. This can’t come back to bite any of us. Cammy... she doesn’t deserve that."

Reyes nodded with professional calm. "Understood," he responded before turning back to the service elevator.

Monica placed a hand on Ric’s arm, her voice low. "Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger here."

Ric hesitated for a second longer, his gut twisting, but followed her as Dr. Reyes disappeared back into the lab with the damning evidence. The doors closed behind him with a soft hiss—like a secret being sealed away forever.