My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 61: In Deep Trouble

Cammy spent the entire morning cleaning up and discarding everything that had been broken. The only furniture left in the apartment was the two dining chairs she’d gotten from her landlord.

"At least Eve and Ellie will have somewhere to sit when they visit until I can buy a new one," she sighed, then made her way to her bedroom to grab a towel for a much-needed shower.

"Cammy? Are you in there?" Eve called out, peeking through the door.

"Yes, I’m here. Come on in!" Cammy quickly walked out and found Eve placing a bowl of ramen on the kitchen counter.

"Mrs. Moore asked me to bring this for you. We figured you hadn’t had time to cook and are probably starving by now since you skipped breakfast," Eve explained.

"Thank you so much! Please thank Mrs. Moore as well. This is so embarrassing—this all happened, and they’re still worried about me. They’re just too kind."

"Why wouldn’t they be? It wasn’t your fault, so they understand. But what happened, exactly?" Eve asked, genuinely curious.

"I’m not sure myself. I woke up to the noise, and by the time I stepped out of my room, they were already fighting—punching and hitting each other," Cammy replied.

"Hmmm, they wouldn’t fight without a reason... Wait, did Greg sleep here last night? Sorry, I just need to ask since he was shirtless and still wearing the same pants from yesterday."

Cammy’s face instantly turned red, and she swallowed nervously. She lowered her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she struggled to find the right words to answer Eve’s question.

"Oh my gosh! Did something happen between you two?" Eve asked, bluntly.

Cammy bit her lower lip, lifting her head just enough to glance at Eve, who immediately understood the unspoken answer.

"Oh my goodness! You didn’t! No wonder Ric was so angry—he must have been insanely jealous of Greg earlier. So, how was it? Is he good? Big, average, or... ehh?" Eve teased, playfully gesturing with her hands to indicate different sizes.

Cammy covered her face with both hands, sitting down on one of the remaining dining chairs. "I’m in deep trouble, Eve, and I don’t know what to do."

Eve checked the time on her phone and sat down across from her. "I’ve got a few minutes before my shift starts, so tell me—what’s going on?"

Cammy sighed, shrugging. "I think I like Greg. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I’ve tried to get him out of my head, but it’s just not working."

"And why do you think you shouldn’t like him?" Eve asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Cammy sighed deeply before responding, her voice sounding with frustration. "Because I’m still married, Eve. He’s the ex-fiancé of my husband’s mistress, and that complicates things. Plus, the only reason he’s interested in me is because I can help him get revenge on his ex-fiancée. That’s all it is. He doesn’t want me for me, he wants me for his own agenda."

Eve’s expression turned even more puzzled. "Wait a minute, where is all this coming from? I get the part about being married—that makes sense. But you’re going to be divorced soon, so that’s not an issue anymore. The part about him using you, though, that’s another story. Did he actually tell you all of this?" Eve asked, trying to process everything Cammy had just revealed.

"Not directly. But when we first met, he suggested that we should help each other with the revenge plans we both had against our exes," Cammy explained, but her voice sounded that even she was uncertain about it.

Eve’s expression shifted, growing more thoughtful. "So, he didn’t exactly say you’d just be pretending, right? That your situation would only be temporary until you’ve both achieved your goals?"

Cammy shook her head. "No, he didn’t say that exactly, he said that our plan would look real if we were not together. He told me he wants to protect me," she replied, her voice a little softer now.

Eve stared at her for a moment before speaking up with a reassuring tone. "Oh, girl, you’re overthinking this way too much. Men are pretty straightforward when it comes to what they want. If they say something, they usually mean it. If Greg said he wants to be with you, to help you, or to protect you, then he really does.

I don’t think he’s the type to say something he doesn’t truly feel. Plus, from what I observed last night, I think he likes you too, just too afraid to say it." Eve’s words were meant to comfort her, but they also carried a certain truth that made Cammy pause and reconsider her thoughts.

"I don’t know, Eve. I just don’t trust any man anymore. Duncan used to tell me he loved me, that I was the only woman in his life. But look at what he did. I don’t want to fall for Greg or anyone else. I just can’t handle being hurt again," Cammy confessed bitterly, and Eve could feel the heavy weight of her past.

Eve nodded in understanding, her expression softening. "I get it. If that’s your worry, then why not just take him up on his offer for now? He helps you, and you help him. Let him protect you from your husband because you really need it. And honestly, Greg seems like the perfect person for the job.

I know you’re starting to feel something for him, and if that’s the case, so be it. That’s how love works. We don’t get to choose who our hearts fall for. The more you fight, the more it grows. And if, in the end, he doesn’t feel the same way. Well, it will hurt, but you’ll just have to treat it as a lesson that you need to learn in this life.

Unless you take the risk, you’ll never know what might happen. But if you do decide to go down that road, and he genuinely likes or even loves you back, then it could be a happy ending, right?" Eve’s words hung in the air, making Cammy stop and truly think about her situation.

When Cammy remained silent, staring off into space as if lost in her thoughts, Eve stood up, her expression soft but firm. "Think about it, Cammy, but don’t overthink it. I need to head out—my shift is starting soon. You can have dinner downstairs later, don’t stay holed up in here sulking, okay?"

"Thank you, Eve. I’ll try to join you for dinner later. I still have some work to do for tomorrow, but I’ll text you if I can’t make it," Cammy replied.

After eating the ramen Eve brought her and freshening up, Cammy returned to her room. She pulled out the list of sponsors that Greg had given her the night before, her mind still a little clouded.

Her gaze shifted to the urn holding her twins’ ashes. "Thank goodness I placed you here. If your urn had been damaged by those two, I might have had them arrested," she muttered, sitting down on the mattress.

With a deep sigh, Cammy opened the document and flipped through the pages. "I only have a few hours to memorize all of this. This should distract me from those two idiots," she said aloud, then began to focus on the task at hand.