My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 58: Burnt of The Chaos

It had been a long night for both Cammy and Greg, but despite the lack of sleep, Greg was up early, even on a Saturday. Waking early had become second nature to him, but this time, he had a special reason—he’d decided the night before to surprise Cammy with breakfast.

’That ’pretender’ isn’t the only one who can whip up gourmet dishes,’ Greg thought referring to Ric, lying on his side and watching Cammy sleep peacefully. ’I’m sure she’ll love my cooking too.’

With a tender smile, he gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her forehead. Waking up next to her filled him with blissful contentment, a stark contrast to their unruly first meeting.

Last night, however, had been different. Sleep had eluded him—not because of their usual conflicts, but out of fear that Cammy might hide from him again or ask him to leave her apartment. Thankfully, none of those fears came true. Now, here he was, mesmerized by her angelic, sleeping face.

Greg carefully slipped out of bed, taking care not to disturb Cammy’s sleep, and headed to the kitchen. Spotting his sweatpants nearby, he quickly put them on before surveying the cupboards and fridge for ingredients. To his relief, Cammy’s pantry was well-stocked.

He pulled out a can of blueberry filling, some flour, and a bottle of honey from one of the cupboards, placing them neatly on the counter. Then, he returned to the fridge and grabbed a few eggs, some milk, and a pack of bacon. Afterward, he reached under the counter for a bowl and a skillet.

Setting the skillet on the stove to heat, Greg began mixing the ingredients for the blueberry crepes he planned to make, his movements were graceful and quiet.

As Greg transferred the crispy bacon onto plates, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him. A smile spread across his face, excitement bubbling as he anticipated Cammy’s reaction to the breakfast he was preparing.

"I didn’t make any drinks yet—wasn’t sure if you prefer coffee, juice, milk, or tea," Greg said casually, his focus still on the batter he was mixing for the crepes.

But instead of Cammy’s soft reply, a sharp, angry voice cut through the air.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Startled, Greg spun around to find Ric standing in the doorway, his face twisted with fury. Ric’s eyes darted around the room, landing first on the table where Greg and Cammy’s shirts and her bra were still strewn about, then to the floor, where more of Cammy’s clothes and shoes from the previous night lay in a haphazard pile.

Ric’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding audibly, as he took in the scene. The sight of Greg cooking shirtless in Cammy’s kitchen was infuriating enough, but the scattered evidence of their night together seemed to push him past his breaking point. Without hesitation, Ric surged forward, ready to attack Greg in a burst of rage.

Cammy jolted awake at the sound of a loud crash—metal clattering against the tile floor of her apartment. Heart racing, she quickly wrapped herself in a blanket to cover her nakedness and peeked through the door to see what was going on.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she saw Ric and Greg locked in a heated brawl in her living room. Panic surged through her as she rushed to her cabinet, hastily pulling on a shirt and pants before stepping out of the bedroom.

"Greg! Ric! Stop this right now!" she shouted, her voice trembling with urgency. But the two men seemed deaf to her pleas, too consumed by their fight to notice her.

Cammy’s frustration grew as she hovered nearby, torn between intervening and staying safe. Their movements were so frantic and aggressive that she feared getting hurt if she stepped between them.

"I said, STOP! What the hell is wrong with you two?!" she yelled again, but her words fell on deaf ears.

As furniture and belongings bore the brunt of the chaos, Cammy clutched her head in exasperation. Her home was quickly turning into a battleground, and neither of them was listening. Desperate and out of options, she made a snap decision to seek help. Without a second thought, she turned and dashed downstairs.

"Cammy! Good morning! You’re up early for a weekend," Eve greeted warmly as she spotted her rushing down the stairs. She was helping the landlords unload ingredients for the ramen shop’s delivery.

"Help! Please, I need help!" Cammy cried out, her voice strained with urgency, instantly drawing the attention of Eve, the landlords, and the delivery crew.

"What’s going on?" Mr. Moore asked with a worried face.

"There’s—" Cammy began, but her words were abruptly cut off by a loud crash echoing from above—the unmistakable sound of something heavy hitting the floor of her apartment.

Everyone froze, their eyes darting upward toward the source of the noise.

"Oh my God!" Cammy gasped, covering her mouth with both hands as fear and panic overwhelmed her.

Mr. Moore didn’t wait for Cammy to explain further. He quickly motioned for the two delivery guys to follow him upstairs. Without hesitation, the men complied, both were curious as well to see what was going on.

Cammy, Eve, and Mrs. Moore followed soon after Eve managed to calm Cammy, who was still visibly shaken. When they reached the rooftop, they were met with the chaotic sight of the two delivery guys restraining Ric and Greg. Both men were struggling against their hold, clearly determined to continue their fight.

Cammy’s eyes swept over her apartment, taking in the destruction—the shattered dining table, the damaged sofa, and the scattered remnants of what had been a peaceful morning. Overwhelmed, she didn’t spare a glance at either Greg or Ric. Instead, she covered her face with both hands and broke down, her tears fueled by anger, humiliation, and self-pity.

"Look at what you’ve done, you fools!" Mr. Moore shouted, his voice booming with fury. "You’ve destroyed everything Cammy worked so hard for! OUT! Get off my property right now before I call the police and have you both arrested!"

His words jolted Greg and Ric back to reality. They looked around at the mess they had created, their eyes falling on Cammy, who was sobbing in Eve’s arms. The sight of her tears drained the fight from them, and they finally stopped struggling. The delivery guys, sensing their surrender, released their grip.

Greg immediately stepped forward, his voice filled with regret. "Cammy, I’m so sorry. I was just making breakfast when Ric attacked me out of nowhere!"

Ric opened his mouth to defend himself, but Eve raised a hand, silencing them both. Her expression made it clear that explanations could wait.

"You two, get out of here!" Eve shouted in anger. "You don’t deserve to be in Cammy’s life, you war freaks! Get out, you thugs!"

Greg and Ric stood frozen, guilt washing over them as they watched Cammy sobbing uncontrollably in Eve’s arms. The weight of her pain was so visible in her cries, yet neither man made a move to leave.

Seeing their hesitation, Mr. Moore firmly signaled to the delivery guys. "Drag them out if they won’t leave on their own."

At first, Greg and Ric bristled, ready to resist, but Mr. Moore’s sharp tone stopped them in their tracks. "Try to resist, and I’ll make sure neither of you ever steps foot near this property again! Go home, fix your attitudes and your selves before even thinking about talking to Cammy again!"

The two exchanged a glare of mutual hatred before reluctantly walking away. Mr. Moore followed to ensure they left for good, watching as they each got into their cars and drove off. Only once they were completely out of sight did he return to the rooftop.

When Mr. Moore returned, he found the three women already tidying up the wreckage. "Those two are absolutely obsessed with you, my dear," he said, attempting to lighten the mood. "Though, I can’t really blame them—you’re stunning and have a heart of gold. Honestly, if I were your age, I might feel the same way. But my love here"—he gestured playfully toward Mrs. Moore—"is a jealous woman and would probably kill me!"

His joke drew a small, fleeting smile from Cammy, who was still sniffling as she worked. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Cammy suddenly walked over to Mr. Moore, her swift and unexpected action leaving them all stunned.

No one had anticipated what she was about to do.