My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 151: Enlighten Us

Laughter and excitement filled the air as children took turns riding Dylan’s ATV and bike, their delighted squeals blending with the rustling evening breeze, while Dylan unwrapped the rest of his gifts.

Meanwhile, the adults busied themselves with food and drinks, their conversations weaving together as they got to know one another, their voices rising and falling in a comfortable symphony of chatter.

Inside the house, Greg stepped away to answer a phone call, leaving an opening—one that Ric seized without hesitation. He approached Cammy, his heart pounding with words left unspoken for far too long.

"Hey," he began, his voice warm yet carrying an unmistakable weight.

"Thanks for the gift. That was really cool of you. At this very moment, you are officially the most beloved uncle in the entire world." Cammy’s eyes sparkled as she teased him, her cheerful tone betraying none of the tension lurking beneath the surface.

Ric chuckled, but then his smile softened, turning wistful. "Just an uncle?" he mused, tilting his head slightly. "I wish I could be more, Cammy. I know—I know—I could give you and Dylan so much more."

Cammy’s lips pressed together, her expression unreadable. She inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady herself. "Ric..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I don’t even know where to start. Maybe I’ll just blame my stupid heart—make it the villain of this story—so I don’t have to explain."

Ric shook his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. "No need to explain anything, Cammy. I have eyes. I see what’s going on between you two. I just need to know one thing... Are you happy with him?"

A flicker of something—regret? Guilt?—passed through her eyes before she nodded. "I am, Ric," she confessed, her voice firm yet full of emotions. "It’s like... a weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying has been lifted from my chest."

Ric exhaled, his gaze dropping momentarily before he looked back at her. "I’m glad you feel that way," he said, forcing a smirk. "Just so you know—if he ever hurts you, I’m one call away. I swear, I’ll beat his ass."

Cammy burst into laughter, the tension between them momentarily breaking. "I’ll keep that in mind," she replied playfully. "If he ever steps out of line, you’ll be the first person I call."

Ric nodded, but something in his eyes dimmed. "I’ll hold you to that," he said, his tone quieter now. Then, with a deep breath, he straightened. "But I think my job here is done. Dylan’s happy—that’s what matters. And the longer I stay here..." His voice faltered, but he pushed forward. "The more it hurts."

Cammy’s smile faded. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. She simply nodded, her heart heavy.

"Say goodbye to Dylan for me?" Ric added softly.

She nodded again, watching as he turned to leave, his footsteps slow, as if every step away from her was a battle he was barely winning.

Some things... some things were simply out of her control.

Cammy gracefully slid into an empty seat at the long table, where the women were indulging in rich desserts, their laughter filling the space like warm honey. The scent of chocolate and vanilla lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of red wine.

"Well, if it isn’t the queen of the night!" Eve declared, raising her glass. "The woman who blessed us with the most heavenly cake and cupcakes!"

A chorus of agreement followed, and Brenda Moore—Cammy’s ever-caring landlady—sighed dreamily. "Honestly, Cammy, this is divine. You must share your recipe with me."

Cammy chuckled as she reached for a glass of wine. "I will, I promise."

But just as she was about to take a sip, Brenda’s tone softened, her words coated with something that sounded suspiciously like farewell. "I suppose this means you won’t be coming back to the apartment, huh? Living here is far better than our little rooftop—even after the renovations. I’ll miss you, dear."

The air shifted.

"You live here?" Chiqui blurted out, her eyes wide with shock. She had been quiet up until now, absorbing revelation after revelation about Cammy and Greg, but this—this—pushed her past silence.

Cammy’s throat tightened. She swallowed hard, but before she could respond, Eve leaned forward, her gaze sharp and expectant.

"Yeah, Cammy," she said, her voice calm but demanding. "Please—enlighten us. What exactly is going on between you and Gregory Cross?"

A hush fell over the table, the clinking of silverware fading into the background. All eyes were on Cammy.

There was nowhere left to hide.

Before Cammy could even open her mouth to explain, salvation arrived in the form of a confident, unmistakable voice.

"Cammy and I are together," Greg declared smoothly, his smirk carrying the weight of certainty. "And we are very committed to each other. Did that answer your question?"

The reaction was immediate. The women at the table lit up, grinning from ear to ear, their eyes darting between the two as if they had just witnessed a live rom-com twist.

"Wow," Chiqui gasped, dramatically placing a hand over her chest. "That’s huge! I think I need another drink to process this." Her theatrics sent a wave of laughter through the group.

But Greg wasn’t finished. He straightened, his voice rising just enough to command attention. "Speaking of revelations," he announced, his tone carrying an air of significance, "I have a few more announcements to make."

The lighthearted chatter died down as Ethan, Ark, and Mr. Moore—who had been engaged in their own conversation—turned their heads and quickly made their way over, sensing something important was about to unfold.

With all eyes on him, Greg took a steady breath before continuing. "It hasn’t been easy keeping this secret, but after tonight, I finally don’t have to anymore."

He turned his attention to one person in particular. "Miss Eve Ferguson," he said with a knowing smile, "will officially be joining Cross Tech Group of Companies tomorrow as one of our web designers. She’ll be stepping into Cammy’s former role."

A burst of applause followed, accompanied by cheers and congratulations as Eve blinked in surprise, her face lighting up with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

"Wait, then where is Cammy going?" Chiqui asked.

Greg didn’t miss a beat. "She’ll be working closely with me as my executive assistant," he stated. "Technically, she’s taking over Harry’s title—only the title, though, because Harry has been doing way more than an assistant should. He’s getting promoted too. Both his and Chiqui’s positions will be officially announced at the Annual Gala."

A mischievous glint flickered in Chiqui’s eyes. "Wow. Mr. Parker will be heartbroken if you take him away. You two are practically inseparable."

Greg chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite," he countered. "If anything, Harry is relieved. He won’t have to deal with me as much anymore."

Ethan smirked. "Yeah, Greg, I hate to break it to you, but Harry’s actually thrilled. He says it’s about time someone else took over the role of keeping you in check." He raised his glass. "So... good luck, Cammy."

Laughter erupted again, but not everyone was amused.

One person remained silent, her smile slipping.

"Parker?" Eve murmured, her voice almost inaudible as she turned to Ethan. "Harry Parker? The son of the owner of Parker Industries. "

Ethan glanced at her. "Yeah... Why?"

Eve’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. "No reason," she whispered. "I just... I’ve heard of him."

Ethan’s brows knitted together. He didn’t miss the way her complexion had paled slightly, or the way her fingers had tightened around her glass. "You okay?" he asked, his voice lowering so only she could hear.

Eve exhaled sharply, then forced a tight smile. "Yeah. I just— I need to go to the bathroom."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked briskly toward the mansion.

Ethan watched her retreating figure, his instincts prickling. Something wasn’t right.

’She definitely didn’t look okay.’