My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 215: Cammy’s Plan (2)

"She’s upstairs. She’ll be down in a minute," Ric said, walking closer. Then he noticed the way Cammy was staring at the photo. "You okay?"

Cammy forced a tight-lipped smile and nodded, though her hands were still trembling.

"Yeah... I just... something about this picture..."

The thought won’t leave her mind. She had seen Greg’s pictures when he was young and they surely looked alike.

Ric looked over her shoulder. His brows drew together, but he said nothing.

Cammy turned to him slowly, eyes wide and haunted. "Ric... Do you know if Greg and Felicity knew each other?"

Ric didn’t answer right away. He just looked at the photo again, then back at Cammy. The unspoken truth was now hanging in the air between them like a shadow neither of them could shake off.

Just then, they heard footsteps descending the staircase.

Felicity Cross had arrived.

She reached the bottom step and gave Ric a small nod of acknowledgement before turning to Cammy with a warm but unreadable smile.

"Come, let’s sit," she said, gesturing to the sun-drenched living room. The sunlight streamed in through tall windows, casting long shadows over the elegant furnishings. Cammy followed, each step echoing like a heartbeat against the polished floors.

As they settled into the cream-colored armchairs, Felicity turned to her maid, who had quietly appeared near the hallway. "Please bring us some fresh orange juice, Clara. And something sweet for our guests."

"Yes, ma’am," the maid responded and disappeared into the kitchen.

Felicity folded one leg over the other and tilted her head, studying Cammy. "Now, darling. What’s troubling you this early in the day? I assume you already got the result for the DNA Test?"

Cammy clutched the hem of her blouse tightly, her knuckles whitening. She glanced at Ric, who gave her a reassuring nod but kept silent.

Taking a deep breath, Cammy looked at Felicity straight in the eyes.

"I’m pregnant," she began, her voice soft but resolute. "It’s Greg’s."

Felicity blinked once. Her lips pressed together slightly—but there was no gasp, no shock. She leaned back, composed as ever.

Cammy hesitated, but continued.

"I found out that I’m Richard Cross’ daughter. The DNA test confirmed it. Which means Greg and I... we’re siblings."

Silence fell between them like a shroud. Even the birds outside seemed to quiet.

Felicity’s reaction was muted—too muted. Not the astonished, scandalized reaction Cammy expected. There was something in the older woman’s eyes. Not surprise. Not even concern.

Recognition.

It didn’t go unnoticed.

Cammy’s voice tightened. "You don’t seem surprised."

Felicity offered a faint smile, eyes calm as ever. "I’ve lived long enough to understand that nothing in this world is truly surprising, Cammy."

That response chilled Cammy more than a scream would have.

There was something there—something she wasn’t saying.

Cammy sat forward, her voice firmer now. "I need your help." freēnovelkiss.com

Felicity raised a brow. "With what?"

"I need to find someone—someone who can marry me. Just for two years. I’ll pay him. He’ll claim the baby as his. No one can know it’s Greg’s. I can’t let this child grow up in shame. I won’t let people treat it like a sin."

Felicity took a slow breath, the corners of her lips curling ever so slightly.

"How very practical of you," she said, folding her hands. "You remind me so much of your mother."

Cammy flinched.

Felicity’s gaze sharpened. "But you do realize what you’re asking me, don’t you? You want me to find you a man who will live a lie... for money. A groom for hire. That isn’t just a favor, Cammy. That’s a game of fire."

"I’m already burning," Cammy whispered. "But this baby—he or she deserves a chance to live freely. Without the burden of who its parents are. I need this. Please."

Felicity leaned back in her seat and said nothing for a moment. Just studied her. A quiet tension hummed between them as Clara returned with a silver tray of drinks.

She placed the glasses carefully on the table and left without a word.

Felicity reached for her juice and took a small sip, her gaze never leaving Cammy.

"Well then," she said softly, almost too softly. "Let’s find you a groom, shall we?"

Ric stood up suddenly, his movements abrupt and full of restrained fire. The quiet clink of his untouched orange juice echoed unnaturally loud in the pause that followed.

He looked between Cammy and Felicity, his jaw clenched, brows furrowed, chest rising and falling with tight breaths.

"I’m right here," he said, his voice low but trembling with emotion. "You’re sitting here talking about finding Cammy a stranger to marry—a man she doesn’t know—to pretend to be the father of her child..."

He stepped forward, eyes locking on Cammy now. "When I’m right here."

Cammy’s lips parted, shocked. Felicity’s brows lifted, not in surprise, but with a curious gleam—as if she had just been waiting for this very moment.

"Ric..." Cammy whispered.

"No," Ric said, voice sharper now, cutting through the room like a blade. "You talk about hiring someone. Faking a marriage. Buying a name to cover shame that isn’t even yours to carry. But why not ask me?"

His voice cracked. "Why not ask me to be the one? To marry you. To claim the baby as mine. To actually be there for you and this child."

Cammy’s heart thudded against her ribs, her eyes wide, blinking rapidly, trying to process what he just said—what he had just offered.

Felicity leaned back in her chair slowly, sipping her juice with unsettling calmness, eyes dancing between them like she was watching a long-awaited play unfold.

"Ric..." Cammy repeated, standing now, her legs unsteady beneath her.

Ric took another step toward her. "I’m not offering this out of pity. Or some hero complex. I love you, Cammy. Maybe I never said it the way Greg did—maybe I didn’t even want to admit it to myself. But I’ve always...

I’ve always felt something for you. And this baby—" He motioned toward her belly, "—this baby deserves someone who isn’t pretending. Someone who actually cares."

Cammy covered her mouth, a fresh wave of emotion crashing into her. Her knees buckled slightly, and she gripped the edge of the console beside her for support.

"I don’t expect an answer right now," Ric added, his voice softer. "But don’t throw yourself into a lie when I’m standing right here, willing to live a truth with you."

The silence that followed was heavy, trembling with unspoken truths and unresolved feelings.

Felicity placed her glass down on the table and stood up, smoothing out the folds of her silk blouse. Her gaze drifted between the two of them.

"Well," she murmured with a cryptic smile, "that certainly changes the game."