My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 156: Picture Frame

Grace and Cammy decided to meet at Cross Tech to save in travel time since Grace had a lot to discuss.

Cammy arrived at Greg’s office a full thirty minutes before lunch, not wanting to waste a second. She walked straight in after receiving a nod of approval from his secretary, only to find Greg packing up his things, looking completely ready to leave.

"You’re heading out already? The others won’t be free until noon," Cammy remarked, puzzled by his early departure.

Greg zipped up his bag and turned to her. "I was actually on my way to find you. Grace called and asked if you two could use the boardroom for your meeting, so I figured you could just use my office instead. I won’t be here anyway—I have to meet my father, so I already told Harry and Ethan I won’t be joining them for lunch."

Cammy frowned. "Wait, I thought you were supposed to meet him this afternoon?"

"That was the plan," Greg admitted, sighing. "But he asked me to have lunch with him instead, and I didn’t want to say no. I need to be on his good side today." He stepped closer, rubbing her arms gently, as if trying to reassure himself as much as her.

"How much longer do you need to train Eve?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Probably just until tomorrow. She already knows most of the tools we use for web development, so there isn’t much left to teach her," Cammy replied.

"Good. I need you here. Once you’re done with Eve, Harry will pass on the tasks you need to handle," Greg said before leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"I have to go. Stay as long as you need, but I might not be back for the rest of the day. I have no idea how this conversation with my father is going to go." He gave her one last lingering look. "I’ll see you at home."

And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving Cammy standing there, her thoughts spinning faster than she could process.

Cammy glanced around Greg’s office, admiring how impeccably neat and organized everything was. ’Hmm, looks like his employees make sure this place is spotless at all times,’ she mused, running her fingers lightly over the polished surface of his desk.

She wandered toward the bookcases lining the walls, filled with an impressive collection of books and carefully placed decorative accents. Her gaze drifted over the framed photographs—snapshots of Greg at various Cross Tech events, some featuring him alongside high-profile clients. He looked happy in most of them, his smile effortless and natural.

But then, one particular frame caught her eye.

It was a photo of Greg with his father at another corporate event. Unlike the others, his expression here was starkly different—no warm smile, no friendly demeanor. His posture was stiff, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Cammy reached for the frame, bringing it closer for a better look.

*Knock, knock!*

The sudden sound made her jump. The frame slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a soft clatter, the back panel popping open on impact.

"Oh my goodness! I didn’t mean to startle you, Ms. Watson. Did it break?" Greg’s secretary, Kate, stood in the doorway, looking genuinely apologetic.

Cammy exhaled sharply, bending down to retrieve the fallen frame. She quickly reassembled it, relieved to see no visible damage.

"No, it’s fine. And please, call me Cammy," she said with a reassuring smile.

Kate returned the smile and gave a small nod. "Of course, Cammy. Mr. Cross asked me to order lunch for you and Attorney Perez. What would you like?"

Cammy thought for a moment. "Hmm, maybe some Chinese rice boxes. That way, we can eat quickly and get back to work."

"Got it. I’ll place the order now," Kate replied before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

Cammy let out a deep breath and glanced back at the photo in her hands. The image of Greg’s strained expression lingered in her mind. ’Just what kind of relationship do you have with your father, Greg?’ she wondered, placing the frame carefully back on the shelf.

Cammy turned her attention back to the frame, carefully trying to secure the back cover. But something was wedged inside, preventing it from fully closing.

Frowning, she pulled at the obstruction, thinking it was just the picture shifting out of place. But as she slid it out, her breath hitched. It wasn’t the same picture of Greg and his father.

It was something else entirely.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the old, slightly worn photograph in her hands.

’Aw, so cute! He hasn’t changed much,’ she thought, recognizing Greg’s younger face. The image instantly reminded her of the framed photo of him and Harry in his room—the one of them as kids.

But her gaze quickly drifted to the woman standing beside young Greg. She was holding a baby in her arms, and though the picture was faded with age, something about her struck Cammy as unsettlingly familiar.

She narrowed her eyes, leaning in, trying to make out the features more clearly. A chill ran down her spine as realization crept over her.

"Hmm..." A deep frown formed on her face as a strange, unshakable thought whispered through her mind.

’Why did I just think of Felicity?’

The name sent a wave of unease through her, making the hair on her arms stand on end.

Shaking her head, she hurriedly tucked the picture back behind Greg’s and secured the frame. She placed it carefully back on the shelf, but the uneasy feeling refused to leave her.

’Who was that woman? And why... why did she remind me of Felicity?’

Since she still had time before Grace arrived, Cammy decided to call Felicity. The phone barely rang twice before Felicity picked up.

[Is something wrong, dear?] Felicity’s voice came through instantly, marked with concern.

Cammy chuckled. "No, why would you think that something’s wrong?"

[You never call me during lunch since you started working,] Felicity replied knowingly. [You always call at night or on weekends—unless something bad has happened.]

Cammy laughed, realizing just how well Felicity knew her. "Okay, that’s partly true. But no, nothing bad has happened—at least not yet. I’m waiting for the lawyer, and I suddenly thought of you. So I figured, why not call and check in on you?"

[I see. I’m fine here, dear. How about you and Dylan? Ric told me he had a sports accident and had surgery on his leg.]

"Yeah, but he’s okay now. He got discharged last Friday. We’re actually staying at Greg’s place for now instead of your apartment because I had to go back to work. Plus, there are kids in Greg’s estate that Dylan can play with in the afternoons."

Silence. Then—

[Greg?] Felicity’s tone shifted slightly. [Who is this Greg, Cammy? None of you ever mentioned him to me before.]

Cammy froze for a second. ’Oh, shoot!’ She had completely forgotten that she hadn’t told Felicity about Greg yet. She had been so careful not to mention him because she knew how much Felicity wanted her to be with Ric.

"It’s a long story," she admitted, clicking her tongue. "I owe you a full explanation. We’ll visit soon, once everything settles down. But just to give you a little insight...

Greg and I are in a relationship. And before you say anything, I know you wanted Ric for me. Trust me, I thought about this a million times, but my heart is set. Please don’t be mad at me." She playfully pouted, hoping to lighten the mood.

Felicity didn’t sound amused. [How well do you even know this Greg?]

Cammy took a deep breath. "Well, for starters, you can look him up online. He’s Gregory Cross—the owner of Cross Tech Group of Companies."

Silence.

A long, heavy silence.

Cammy frowned. "Hello? Felicity? Are you still there?"

Then, finally, Felicity’s voice returned—low and unreadable. [Sorry, dear. But I have to go...]

"Wait! Are you crying? Feli—"

Beep.

The call ended before Cammy could finish.

She pulled the phone away from her ear, staring at the screen in confusion.

’What just happened?’

Cammy stared at her phone, her heart pounding. Felicity had never hung up on her like that before. Something was off.

She debated calling her back but hesitated. ’Maybe she just needed a moment to process? I hope she’s not disappointed that it’s not Ric.’ Cammy knew Felicity was protective of her, but this reaction felt... different. It wasn’t just disappointment—it was something deeper.

Her mind raced. ’Why did she react that way?’ Was it because she couldn’t accept Cammy with someone else? Or... was it something about Greg himself?

A chill ran down her spine.

She glanced at the picture frame she had just put back. The image of Greg’s father flashed in her mind. And then, that other picture—the one she had accidentally found hidden behind it.

Her stomach twisted.

Felicity’s voice from earlier echoed in her head: ’How well do you even know this Greg?’

Cammy swallowed hard. Did Felicity know something about him that she didn’t? ’What the hell is going on here?’