My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 224: Just For Today (1)

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Greg wiped his face with the back of his hand, slow and shaking. His breath still quivered in his chest, but he forced himself to stand tall. Cammy stood across the room like a vision—graceful, strong, heartbroken, and somehow still radiant in her pain.

She had given him a second chance. A fleeting one. A gift wrapped in sorrow and love and impossible hope.

He stepped forward.

Every sound faded. Even the crashing of the sea outside felt distant, hushed, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Greg dropped to one knee again, slower this time. Not out of ritual—but out of reverence.

He opened the velvet box once more. The ring caught the light, glinting like a wish in the dark.

His voice cracked, but he didn’t shy away from the tremble.

"Cammy..." he whispered, eyes never leaving hers. "I know I’ve asked before, and I know how broken this all feels. But even if it’s just for a day, even if it’s only a dream..."

He swallowed hard.

"Will you marry me?"

Cammy stared at him. Her chest rose and fell like a wave crashing through her. Her eyes were wet, but her lips curved into a bittersweet smile. freewebnσvel.cøm

She didn’t answer with words at first.

She held out her left hand.

She exhaled loudly, as if vanquishing all the negativity inside her, and answered, "Yes, Greg. I will marry you today."

Greg exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath for years. He slid the ring onto her finger—hands trembling, heart thundering.

In the background, the camera shutter clicked softly, rhythmically, like a heartbeat. Eve and Ellie took a video of the unfolding scene with their phones.

Greg rose slowly, almost in disbelief, as though the moment might shatter if he moved too fast.

But it didn’t.

Cammy was still there—her hand extended, the ring now glinting softly on her finger while she stared at it with a smile on her face. And when he stood tall, she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close.

He folded into her, burying his face in her shoulder, arms tightening around her like he never wanted to let go again.

Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces—imperfect, bruised, but still finding comfort in the shape of each other.

For the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace. No words, no tears, just the thudding rhythm of two hearts trying to remember what it felt like to beat as one.

The room erupted in cheers.

Eve squealed, her phone still recording as she turned it on herself and whispered excitedly, "Okay, that just happened!"

Ellie clapped with both hands over her mouth, eyes sparkling. Even Harry gave a quiet, approving nod, and Grace pressed a hand over her heart, her lips trembling into a smile.

"Alright, alright," Eve finally called out, stepping forward, practically bouncing. "That means it’s time! Cammy, you’re coming with us. It’s dress-up time, baby!"

Laughter bubbled from Ellie and even a soft chuckle from Ethan as the girls swooped in.

Cammy leaned back from Greg, brushing her fingers along his cheek, her expression soft but steady.

"Wait for me," she said, her voice low but complete with promise. "I’ll be right back soon."

Greg gave her a faint, crooked smirk, his fingers grazing hers one last time before she was led away.

He nodded slowly and touched her face again, just one last lingering stroke of his thumb against her cheek.

"I’ll be waiting at the end of the aisle," he murmured. "See you soon, my love."

Cammy smiled, blinking away fresh tears, then turned with Eve and the others, her heart pounding harder than ever as the girls whisked her down the hall.

Behind her, Greg stood still—watching the love of his life disappear around the corner—knowing that whatever happened next, this day would live in his soul forever.

Cammy stepped into the softly lit room, and for a moment, everything fell still.

There, hanging on a vintage wooden rack draped in white chiffon, was the wedding dress.

It wasn’t lavish or bejeweled like the ones in magazines. But it didn’t need to be.

It was breathtaking.

The gown featured delicate spaghetti straps, the kind that seemed to disappear against the skin, and a V-neckline that gracefully framed where her collarbone kissed the top of her chest. The bodice was sheer lace—floral patterns dancing across it like whispers of nature, soft and sensual.

The skirt billowed with layers of soft tulle, light as air, ready to catch the breeze of the sea and flutter like a dream.

It was boho. It was beachy. It was her.

Cammy pressed a trembling hand to her mouth as tears instantly welled in her eyes.

"I am so sorry, girl," Eve said sheepishly, wringing her hands with an apologetic shrug. "We didn’t have much time to buy everything we needed or wanted. This is the best we could pull together in a rush."

Cammy shook her head, overwhelmed, her voice breaking as she whispered through her hand:

"No... this is perfect. Just perfect."

She didn’t care that it wasn’t designer. She didn’t care about diamonds or veils or brands.

It was them—a gown born from chaos and love, pulled together by people who still believed in her even when she couldn’t believe in herself.

Grace stepped up, her voice gentle but full of spirit as she squeezed Cammy’s arms and tugged her from her daze.

"Alright, enough crying, Cammy. You’ll ruin that beautiful face before we even get to glam it up."

Cammy let out a soft laugh, sniffling as she nodded.

"Go on, sit down," Grace ordered with a teasing grin. "Hair and makeup won’t do themselves. And we don’t have all day—you’ve got a groom melting into a puddle somewhere out there."

The girls laughed as Eve and Ellie rushed to gather the makeup brushes and hair tools laid out on the vanity. The room filled with the warm scent of salt, blush powder, and blooming white flowers placed in mason jars on every corner.

Cammy sat in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her—uncertain, glowing, and very much real.

As the first curl was wrapped around the iron and a soft pink tint touched her lips, Cammy whispered to her reflection:

"Let this be enough. Just for today."

And outside, the waves kept crashing.

A breeze slipped through the window, lifting the edge of her gown—like the world was nodding its quiet approval.