My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 150: Keeping Score

After dinner, the party host gathered everyone around for the much-anticipated gift opening. Among the sea of colorful packages, two massive gifts stood out—the ones from Greg and Ric.

"Wow, I don’t even need to guess who those are from," Eve quipped, standing beside Cammy while savoring a cupcake.

Cammy let out a deep sigh, eyeing the two similarly sized boxes with mild apprehension. "I just hope they didn’t get him the same thing. That would be... awkward."

The host invited Dylan to choose which gift to open first. His excitement had been building all day, and without hesitation, he pointed at Greg’s box. The host and his nanny stepped in to help, carefully peeling away the wrapping since Dylan couldn’t reach all the parts from his wheelchair.

As the final layer of wrapping fell away, Dylan’s jaw dropped, and a collective gasp rippled through the crowd of kids watching.

"A bike!" Dylan shouted, his face lighting up in pure joy. Without missing a beat, he scanned the audience, quickly locking eyes with Greg.

Grinning from ear to ear, he threw up a big thumbs-up. "Thank you, Uncle Greg! I like it so much!"

Greg chuckled and called back, "You’re welcome, buddy! Now you better heal fast so you can actually ride it!"

Cammy reached out, her fingers gently rubbing soothing circles on Greg’s back. "Thank you again. I really think it’s a perfect gift," she murmured, her voice warm with gratitude.

But Greg had something else in mind—something far bolder. Knowing that Ric, along with nearly everyone else, was watching, he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Before she could react, he dipped his head and pressed a lingering, loving kiss to her temple.

"You’re welcome, Babe," he murmured, loud enough for their audience to hear. His gaze remained locked on Dylan, making sure he wouldn’t see what he was doing–at least not yet, but his words carried a deeper meaning. "That kid deserves the world—and so do you."

Chiqui, who had been mid-conversation with Ethan and Grace, nearly choked on her drink. Her wide eyes flickered between Greg and Cammy, utterly blindsided. Of all the things she expected tonight—that was definitely not on the list.

A few feet away, Ric stood frozen beside Ark and James Moore, his fingers tightening dangerously around the stem of his wine glass. His jaw clenched as his grip hardened, his knuckles turning white. frёewebnoѵēl.com

’What the fuck?’ Ric cursed silently, his pulse spiking. He wanted to believe this was all just part of their so-called agreement. It has to be... right?

But deep down, an unsettling feeling clawed at his chest. Because that kiss? That possessive, almost effortless display? Seeing how Cammy smiled and how Greg looked at her... It didn’t look staged at all.

As the host turned back to Dylan, asking which gift he wanted to open next, all eyes followed the boy’s eager gaze. Without hesitation, he pointed straight at the next biggest box in sight.

The sheer size of it required two male employees to haul it over. It was heavy, unwieldy—whatever was inside had to be grand. Just like before, the host and Dylan’s nanny assisted him in tearing away the wrapping until the contents were finally revealed.

This time, the reaction was even louder. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by an awed murmur. Even Dylan, wide-eyed with pure exhilaration, could barely contain himself.

Ric stood tall, smirking in satisfaction. The moment he saw what Greg had gifted Dylan, he already knew—he had won. His present was more extravagant, more exciting. Any kid would choose this over a bicycle.

"WOW!" Dylan practically screamed, his eyes shining like stars.

Instantly, the other children swarmed around him, forming a tight circle around the newly unveiled gift. The excitement in the air was undeniable.

Ric stepped forward, effortlessly taking charge as he crouched beside Dylan. "Do you know what this is called?" he asked, a proud grin playing on his lips.

Dylan shook his head rapidly, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "No, Uncle Ric, but I love it! I really, really love it!" His voice was filled with unfiltered joy, his little hands running over the sleek new machine in front of him.

Ric’s smile widened. "It’s an ATV," he explained, patting the sturdy frame. "And guess what? Even with your leg in a cast, you can still ride it."

Dylan’s jaw nearly hit the floor. His hands twitched with excitement, itching to take control.

"But," Ric continued, his tone turning firm, "you have to promise me something—no speeding. No reckless stunts. And most importantly, don’t make your mom worry. Are we clear?"

Dylan’s head bobbed up and down in rapid agreement before flashing Ric an enthusiastic double thumbs-up. "Promise, Uncle Ric! Now tell me—how do I turn it on?!"

As Ric eagerly guided Dylan through the mechanics of the ATV, Greg stood in the background, his arms crossed, a forced neutral expression on his face. But Cammy wasn’t fooled—not for a second. She could see the flicker of jealousy in his eyes, the way his jaw tensed ever so slightly.

She gently rubbed his back, leaning in to whisper, "Hey, don’t overthink it. Dylan loves your gift too. Kids get excited about the newest, shiniest toy, but they also get bored quickly. And besides, he can’t take an ATV to school—but he can take his bike."

Greg exhaled, as if releasing the childish resentment he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He knew she was right. What was he even doing? He had given Dylan an expensive laptop, a room he adored, and this entire party. Did it really matter if Ric’s gift outshined his at this moment?

No, it didn’t. What mattered was that Dylan felt loved, supported, and happy. No material thing could ever replace the kind of bond he was building with the boy.

"You’re right," Greg admitted, shaking his head with a wry smile. "That was a bit immature of me. But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against him that he liked my gift and loved Ric’s. I mean, he gave me one thumbs-up and Ric got two—obviously, I’m losing here."

Cammy burst into laughter, playfully nudging him. "Oh my God! You were actually keeping score? You are jealous!"

Greg smirked but softened as he looked at her. "I’m just messing with you. If you and Dylan are happy, then so am I. You two changed my life. It’s not just about me anymore, Cammy. You and Dylan—you’re my family now. And I will do anything to keep seeing those smiles on your faces."

Something deep inside Cammy stirred. His words weren’t just sweet—they felt real. A promise. A vow.

Her heart swelled, almost too full, as she looked at him. ’I hope you hold on to that forever, Greg. I really, really do.’