My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 233: Little Helpers

Cammy’s eyes widened as she processed Grace’s words. Hope flickered, followed by a pang of guilt, a rush of anxiety, and something deeper—something raw. She glanced at Ric, who reached for her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Greg sat still across the room, but his gaze was dark, his shoulders rigid. He avoided Cammy’s eyes.

Grace looked between the three of them. "This might be the only way we can keep Dylan close to you, Cammy. So... think about it. But don’t take too long. We need to act fast."

Cammy swallowed hard, her mind spinning. She was about to answer when Greg suddenly stood up.

"I need some air," he muttered, already walking toward the balcony.

The sound of the door clicking behind him echoed like a warning.

Cammy gripped the edge of the table. She could feel her world spinning, everything moving too fast—too much.

Ric leaned toward her, whispering, "Whatever happens, I’ve got you."

She nodded, but her eyes were on the closed balcony door, where Greg had just disappeared.

Grace looked around the room once more, her sharp gaze softening as she saw the emotions playing across each of their faces. The sadness in Cammy’s eyes was hard to miss, the worry etched deeply into Ric’s features, and the quiet storm brewing behind Greg’s retreating form—his pain, his anger, all painfully clear.

"Cammy, Ric," Grace said gently, her voice shifting into something more maternal, "I think both of you should go. Greg already told me about your plans to meet with his father tomorrow. I’ve drafted the terms and conditions you might need in case you choose to accept Richard’s offer."

Cammy blinked, trying to focus through the thick fog of emotions swirling in her chest.

"I’ve sent the documents to your email before this meeting," Grace continued. "Let me know if there’s anything you want to add or change."

Cammy hesitated, her gaze lingering on the balcony door one last time. She imagined Greg out there, fists clenched, wrestling with everything he couldn’t say. The ache in her chest deepened.

"You’re right," she said softly, turning her attention back to Grace. "We should go. I’ll check your email once I get home." freeweɓnovel.cøm

Grace gave a small nod, but her eyes remained locked on Cammy’s, reading more than Cammy could say aloud.

Noticing the unease still lingering in Cammy’s posture, Grace added, "Don’t worry about him."

Cammy looked at her, surprised by how soothing Grace’s voice suddenly sounded.

"I heard Harry will stay here tonight after he wraps up some things at the office," Grace said, a reassuring smile touching her lips. "I’m actually waiting for him and Ethan. We’ll make sure Greg is okay."

Cammy’s shoulders dropped slightly, a small breath of relief escaping her lips, though her heart remained heavy. She nodded and whispered, "Thank you."

Ric placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her gently toward the door. As they walked away, Cammy couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder once more, hoping for a glimpse of Greg—just one more. But the balcony door stayed closed.

Ric drove silently, giving Cammy space to process everything. When they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, Cammy didn’t move to open the door. Instead, she reached out and gripped Ric’s arm tightly.

"Wait," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Let’s stay here for a moment."

Ric frowned, puzzled by the sudden urgency in her tone. He turned to ask what was wrong, but before he could get a word out, Cammy broke.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she collapsed into sobs. Her hands covered her face, her body shaking with the weight of everything she’d been holding in.

"My baby," she cried, her voice raw with anguish. "I can’t imagine living a day without Dylan."

Ric immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer to her, wrapping her in his arms. She clung to him, her sobs muffled against his chest.

"I don’t know how to breathe without him," Cammy whispered. "How do I let him go, Ric?"

Ric stroked her hair gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You won’t have to. We’ll fight this, Cammy. Grace has a plan. And if we need to build a new one, we will. You won’t lose him. I promise you."

Cammy tightened her hold on him, slowly calming, her sobs tapering into sniffles.

"I just need more time," she said quietly.

Ric nodded. "Take all the time you need. We’re not going anywhere."

They stayed in the car for a long moment, holding each other in the quiet parking lot, as the city lights flickered outside and the storm inside Cammy began to settle—just a little.

Ric and Cammy arrived at her apartment just past perfect for a late-night snack. In Ric’s hands were take-out boxes from Dylan’s favorite chicken fast food restaurant, the scent instantly lifting the mood in the room.

"Chicken!" Dylan shouted excitedly the moment he saw the boxes. Cassey, equally thrilled, grabbed Dylan’s hand and pulled him toward the dining table.

"Let’s help Uncle Ric unpack!" she beamed.

Ric chuckled, placing the bags on the table. "Yes, little helpers, to the rescue."

Together, Dylan and Cassey helped Ric pull out the boxes and set them on the table. Dylan’s smile was wide, his laughter light. The sight should have brought Cammy joy—but her heart ached instead.

Eve stepped out of the kitchen and took one look at Cammy before her face fell. She saw the red rims around Cammy’s eyes, the puffiness, the forced smile.

"Cammy?" Eve approached her softly. "What’s wrong? What happened?"

Cammy gave her a weak smile before gently taking her hand. "Come with me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

They slipped into the bedroom, away from the giggles and chatter in the dining area. The moment Cammy shut the door behind them, she turned and collapsed into Eve’s arms.

"It’s over, Eve... I’m losing Dylan," she cried, her voice trembling as the tears fell again.

Eve tightened her hold. "What? No. What do you mean?"

Cammy sniffled, pulling away just enough to look at her best friend. "The judge ruled in Duncan’s favor. Because I lost the conservatorship case, he’s getting full custody of Dylan. I have visitation rights, but... I have to give him up once his cast comes off."

Eve’s mouth parted in shock, her heart breaking for her friend. "Oh my God... Cammy... I’m so sorry."

Cammy leaned into her again. "Grace has a plan. She thinks if Ric and I get married soon, and if we can transfer the conservatorship to Ric, we might have a chance to appeal for shared custody. Maybe even get Dylan back."

Eve held her tighter, rubbing her back as Cammy sobbed into her shoulder.

"You’re not going to lose him forever. We’ll fight. All of us. Whatever you need, Cammy. I’ve got you."

The two women stood in silence, wrapped in the pain and comfort only true friendship could offer.

Outside the bedroom, the kids continued laughing, unaware of the storm that loomed just beyond the door.