My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 23: Crazy Maniac

Ric placed a finger gently on her lips, stopping her. "I don’t want to hear it until I can say it to you properly."

He handed her a different cocktail. "Cammy, I think I know what you’re about to say, but there’s no need. I know you’re not a dense person—you understand how I feel. You wouldn’t have distanced yourself from me if you didn’t know.

I get that—you were married, but now, you’re not, or at least about to. I’ll wait for you to heal. I’ll be patient, and when the time is right, I’ll tell you everything the way it should be said. But for now, let me enjoy your company, let’s get to know each other better, and I’ll do my best, alright?" He lifted his glass, offering a toast to Cammy.

She smiled and nodded, but already tipsy, she accidentally knocked her cup against his with more force than intended, spilling her drink onto her shirt and legs.

Ric quickly grabbed the tissue paper he had prepared earlier and helped her wipe off the cocktail.

"Sorry, I’m so clumsy. It’s okay, I’ll clean it up myself," Cammy said.

"Hold on, some splashed onto your hair." Ric grabbed more tissue and carefully wiped the yogurt cocktail from her hair. As he pushed the untouched strands back, he noticed something red on her neck.

He quickly moved her hair aside to get a clearer view and saw the red marks more clearly.

Ric frowned as anger began to simmer within him. He knew exactly what those marks were, and Cammy hadn’t been with Duncan for more than a month now. There was only one person who could have given her those.

As he continued cleaning her hair, he tried to steady his breathing and calm his racing heart. When he finished, he finally mustered the courage to ask, watching her reaction closely. "Cammy, there’s something on your neck. When did you get that?"

As Ric expected, Cammy quickly covered her neck with her hair and stood up. "L-Last night. I stayed out too long in the resort’s garden, and the bugs bit me. Excuse me, I should wash off the cocktail—it’s a bit sticky."

Ric crumpled the tissue in his hand, his fist tightening in exasperation. ’Who the hell does he think he is to treat Cammy like that?!’ he thought angrily.

Instead of texting Ellie, he quickly messaged the night shift manager at the resort, a close friend who would handle things discreetly at his request.

Meanwhile, Cammy hurried to the bathroom to change her shirt and check her neck. "Damn! I must have missed this spot when I showered earlier. I hope Ric doesn’t figure out what this is and tell Felicity. She’ll be furious with me."

She quickly applied some concealer to her neck and took a moment to calm herself before returning to Ric. She saw Ric drinking directly from the bottle when she went back and noticed the change in his mood.

So she quickly took the bottle from him and joked, "Hey, you’re using up all the ingredients for our cocktail. What’s next on your list?"

"Aren’t you drunk yet?" Ric asked, curious since she had already finished a bottle before he arrived, and now they were on their third cocktail.

"Nope, I have a high tolerance for alcohol, Ric. It might not look like it, but I do. I’ve had so much wine and anesthesia in my life that it’s increased my tolerance for both pain and alcohol," Cammy explained.

"Really? Wow, that’s something new about you. But doesn’t that affect your memory too?"

"At first, yes, but once it’s fully out of my system, my memory becomes sharper than ever. So even if I get drunk, I’ll still remember everything. So don’t try any tricks on me," she teased.

Ric chuckled, glad to see her lively mood returning. "Don’t worry, I won’t..." He handed her the third cocktail, a pink one. "This is similar to Four Seasons, but I added some peppermint. Try it and let me know what you think—maybe it’s something I can add to the resort’s menu."

Cammy took a sip and smiled. "This is so refreshing! I think it would be perfect for summer."

"Alright, summer it is. We should launch it next summer then."

The night stretched on as Ric and Cammy drank and critiqued every cocktail Ric prepared. Drink after drink, Cammy could feel her arms growing heavier, and soon she found every joke Ric made hilarious, even when it wasn’t.

"Ugh, I need to pee again. Wait here and don’t drink from the bottle while I’m gone..." Cammy said as she got up. But after a few steps, the effects of the alcohol started to hit her. Her world began to spin, and everything became a blur. She stumbled without realizing it until she completely lost her balance.

"Cammy!" Ric shouted, catching her just in time before she could hit her head on the cold floor.

"Gosh, your cocktails are so strong, Ric. But I still need to pee!"

"Come on, lean on me; I’ll help you to the bathroom," Ric said, putting her arm around his neck and supporting her by the waist.

"Just to the door..." Cammy muttered, pointing at the bathroom door.

"Are you sure about that? You can barely walk."

Ric guided her all the way inside, concerned that she might hurt herself.

"D-Don’t look! Stay where you are!" Cammy warned as she unzipped her shorts and took care of business.

After a while, Ric noticed the silence and called out without turning around. "Cammy, are you done?" When she didn’t respond, he glanced back, only to find her still sitting on the toilet seat, fast asleep.

"Oh God, Cammy! Don’t fall asleep there—"

He started to move toward her when she suddenly raised her arm with her index finger pointed up. "Shh! I told you not to look! I’m not sleeping, just resting my eyes for a moment."

She twirled her finger, signaling him to turn around again.

"Are you sure you can manage on your own?" Ric asked with concern and worry in his voice.

"I’m twenty-nine years old, Ric. I can do this myself!"

"Alright, just be careful..." Ric turned away and waited. Finally, he heard the toilet flush, and then Cammy grabbed his arm.

"Come on, let’s finish drinking."

"I think you’ve had enough. Let’s call it a night and pick this up another time."

"No, just one more. I need to drink to forget that bastard husband of mine. Otherwise, I’ll keep seeing him shoving his dick at different women in my mind. Just one more, and I’ll sleep peacefully."

"Just one more, okay?" Ric handed her the half-full bottle, and Cammy downed it in one go before bursting into laughter like a crazy maniac, dumbfounding him.

"I’m so dumb, so stupid," Cammy muttered between chuckles. "I miss Duncan, I really miss my husband. I keep wondering if he’s been eating well since I left. Was he sad when he thought we were dead? Did he cry? I don’t think I can live without him, Ric. I don’t know how to move forward without him in my life," Cammy sobbed, and Ric pulled her into a comforting embrace.

"Cammy, I promise you, you can get through this. There are so many people who will stand by you, and I’m one of them. I’ll help you every step of the way. You can do this, Cammy. Don’t doubt yourself for even a second."

Ric waited, expecting her to respond or cry more to let out the pain, but there was nothing—no words, no sobs, just silence. "Cammy?" Ric gently called with a frown, slowly pulling away to see her face.

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