My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 218: Cammy’s Plan (5)

Ric felt the suffocating weight of tension thickening between Cammy and Greg. It clung to the air like an approaching storm, crackling with all the words unspoken and all the truths waiting to explode.

He shifted uncomfortably, rubbed the back of his neck, then cleared his throat—the awkwardness pressing too heavily on his chest to stay silent any longer.

"Uh... I think you two need to talk," he said, forcing a half-hearted smile. "Alone."

He moved toward the door in a rush of restless energy. "I’ll... I’ll go buy something and cook lunch. I’ve got a restaurant branch nearby. So yeah, I’ll be back before noon."

And just like that, he was gone—out the door before either of them could respond. The quiet that followed was deafening. The click of the lock echoed like a gunshot.

Greg turned slowly to face Cammy. His eyes, once soft and confused, were now dark and stormy—burning with a hundred questions, a thousand emotions, and a tidal wave of pain. He took a single step forward.

Cammy instinctively stepped back.

Another step from Greg.

Another retreat from her.

Until her spine hit the cold, unyielding wall behind her.

Her hands shot up, palms out in surrender, her voice trembling. "D-Don’t come near me... Please, Greg. Stay where you are."

But Greg didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

He closed the distance between them with silent determination, stopping only three steps away—close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from him, but far enough not to touch. His eyes were locked on hers, unblinking.

Cammy’s composure shattered. "Oh God..." she whispered, and the dam broke. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and she turned her face away, trying to hide, to protect what little strength she had left.

"Cammy..." Greg’s voice was low, broken, pleading. He reached for her hand, gently wrapping his fingers around hers. "Don’t do this. Don’t push me out. Please."

She shook her head violently and wiped her tears with her free hand. "What do you expect me to do?! You think this is easy for me?" Her voice cracked.

"I’m the one carrying this child. I’m the one who’ll face the world’s judgment. And I have to protect this baby from shame, from questions, from pain... I have to act now."

"I get that, I do—but why Ric?" Greg’s voice cracked, the anguish leaking through. "Of all people, why him? If it’s just about the name, the legality, the safety—I’ll help you find someone. A contract husband. No emotional ties. He doesn’t even have to live with you. Just someone on paper."

"That was my plan," Cammy said bitterly. "But Ric offered. And honestly... it makes more sense. No one will question it. He’ll be present, he’ll help when the baby comes. He won’t leave me hanging when things get hard."

She looked away, the pain in her eyes nearly unbearable. "I already did this alone with Duncan. I cried alone. Gave birth alone. Nursed my broken heart in silence. I can’t do that again, Greg. I won’t. I need someone now. Someone who can stay."

She slid down the wall, sobbing, her voice ragged. "I don’t want to be alone anymore!"

Greg dropped to the floor with her, pulling her into his arms before she could resist. He held her close, as if holding her together—letting her cry, letting her scream into the curve of his shoulder.

But when she finally pulled away, her voice was softer. Sadder.

"I know Ric will stay. I know he will. Just like I know... you and I can’t ever be. We have to stop this. After today, we walk away. For good."

Greg stared at her, his heart breaking in real time. But then his jaw clenched and his eyes lit with something fierce—something desperate and daring.

"No," he whispered. "There’s another way, Cammy."

She looked at him, eyes swollen, breath uneven. "Another way?"

"Yes," he said, brushing a tear from her cheek. "Let’s leave. You, me... and Dylan. We’ll disappear. I have money, connections—I’ll start fresh somewhere else. Harry and Ethan can take over the company. We’ll go where no one knows us, where none of this matters. Where we can be together, openly."

Cammy blinked, stunned. But her expression shifted in an instant, her features hardening.

"Are you insane?" she snapped. "We’re not star-crossed lovers in a tragic romance novel, Greg. This isn’t some family drama where our parents disapprove. This is real. You’re my—" her voice caught, her mouth trembling, "—you’re my blood. And we can’t rewrite that."

And with that, the illusion shattered once more.

Greg looked at her, eyes wide, breath stolen.

And Cammy?

Cammy looked like she was breaking all over again.

"Cammy..." Greg’s voice cracked like glass under pressure. He reached for her, his hands trembling, his soul unraveling in front of her eyes. "Please... don’t leave me. I—I can’t do this without you..."

The mask he had worn—of control, of strength, of composure—shattered completely. There was no pride left in him, no pretense. Just a man—broken, desperate, and drowning in a love he could never rightfully claim.

Cammy’s heart clenched so tightly in her chest she thought it might stop. As if it hadn’t already shattered into a thousand pieces, watching Greg crumble finished the job.

"Oh, Greg..." she whispered, her voice heavy with grief. Her breath hitched as she reached forward, wrapping her arms around him with fierce, aching love.

"Babe..." she murmured, the word slipping from her lips before she could stop it—soft, nurturing, instinctive—like a mother comforting a wounded child. She held him tightly as his body shook against hers.

She had never seen him like this—so unguarded, so vulnerable. The strong, stoic man who had always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders was now weeping in her arms like a boy lost in the dark.

It was excruciating. Soul-wrenching.

"I haven’t told you..." he choked through sobs. "But I love you, Cammy. I love you so much... I really, really do. I love you, Babe... I love you..."

Each word fell from his lips like broken glass—raw, jagged, and bleeding.

Cammy clutched him tighter, her own tears soaking into his shirt. She ran her fingers through his hair, kissed the top of his head like she was trying to soothe his soul.

"I know," she whispered. "I know, Babe... I know... I love you too, Baby... So much that I feel like dying right now... It hurts so much..."

They stayed like that—entwined on the cold floor, locked in an embrace that felt like the final breath before a deep dive into darkness.

This was it. The last time. The last moment they would allow themselves to be this close, this real, this theirs.

Because after today... they would walk away from it all.

From the love that bloomed in the shadows.

From the stolen moments that tasted like sin and salvation.

From each other.

As they sat there, holding on like the world might end if they let go, the silence between them wasn’t empty—it was full. Full of memories. Full of unspoken goodbyes. Full of the impossible love that fate had cruelly forbidden.

And they both knew...

Nothing would ever be the same again.

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