My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 62: Crushed Ego

Before the first light of dawn graced the horizon, Cammy rose from the bed, preparing herself for the big event at Dylan’s school. She had resolved to arrive early, not only to help Dylan dress up but also to have a word with Ric. She was well aware that he would be there, accompanied by his staff, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to speak with him privately.

The previous day, Cammy had opened the paper bag that Eve had handed her. Inside, she found a stunning gift from Ric: a branded yellow summer dress paired with elegant white sandals. However, Cammy had already made up her mind to wear the dress Greg had given her.

Although she couldn’t deny the truth in what Greg had said the day before—that Ric had been the one to strike first—Cammy also believed there was more to the story. Deep down, she was convinced that Ric wouldn’t have acted so aggressively unless Greg had provoked him in some way.

But before taking any action or speaking to Greg, she needed to confront Ric and sort out her feelings and doubts once and for all.

Once she was ready, Cammy wasted no time heading directly to Dylan’s dormitory. The moment she arrived, she felt a sense of relief and satisfaction, knowing she had made the right choice to come early.

The dormitory grounds were bustling with activity and the sight of parents and students bonding over last-minute preparations filled the air with warmth and excitement.

Scanning the area, Cammy soon spotted Dylan on the field, engaging in warm-up exercises alongside his classmates. Her heart swelled with pride as she watched him, his movements energetic and purposeful, his face lit with enthusiasm. freёnovelkiss.com

"Mommy!" Dylan’s cheerful voice rang out as he spotted her, his hand waving enthusiastically in the air while he jogged across the field.

Cammy couldn’t help but beam in response, waving back with an equally wide smile. Seeing Dylan so happy and thriving in his boarding school environment reaffirmed her confidence in the decisions she had made for him. He appeared not just content but truly at home in this setting, and that knowledge brought her a deep sense of peace.

"Mommy! You’re early! The event doesn’t start until nine," Dylan exclaimed, trotting over to her once he had finished his warm-up routine.

"I know," Cammy replied warmly, her tone filled with affection. "I came early on purpose so I could help you get ready for the event. I didn’t want to miss a moment of your big day."

Her words made Dylan smile even brighter, and Cammy felt a wave of joy seeing his excitement mirrored in his expression.

"But I’m a big boy now, Mommy. I don’t need help," Dylan said proudly. "All I have to do is take a quick shower, put on my team uniform, and I’m ready to go."

Cammy smiled and playfully pouted. "I know, but Mommy still wants to help. Can’t I do that just this once?"

Dylan glanced around nervously, his eyes darting left and right as if to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. Lowering his voice, he said, "But if my friends see you helping me, they’ll tease me. Our teacher said we need to learn to be independent. He said someday, as gentlemen, we’re the ones who are supposed to help the women."

Cammy couldn’t help but chuckle at his earnest explanation, a sound that immediately made Dylan’s cheeks flush red with embarrassment. Seeing his reaction only made her laugh harder, but she quickly stopped when she noticed just how mortified he looked.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Cammy said gently, trying to ease his discomfort. "I just thought you might like it, especially since I saw other parents helping their kids. But if you want to handle it on your own, that’s okay too. I’m proud of you for being such a responsible young man."

"Because their parents don’t listen to them," Dylan shot back confidently.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Cammy said with a mock sigh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "When did my little baby grow up into such a big man?" she teased.

"Mommy! I am not a baby!" Dylan protested, his voice rising with indignation, which only made Cammy chuckle again.

"Fine, fine," she relented with a warm smile. "I’ll leave you to it. Uncle Ric and Aunt Ellie will be here today, so I’ll join them later. If you need me, just come find us where they’re serving food, okay?" Her voice was full of love and reassurance.

Dylan’s face brightened into a wide smile as he nodded enthusiastically and dashed back toward his dormitory.

Cammy made her way to the covered court, where the buffet and dining tables had been neatly arranged. Even from a distance, she could spot Ric’s staff mingling with a representative from the Pearl Resort.

Approaching one of the staff members, she asked politely, "Excuse me, is your boss, Ricardo Rossi, here yet?"

"Yes, Madam," the staff member replied with a nod. "He’s over at the parking area, helping the Pearl Resort manager unload some equipment."

"Thank you," Cammy said with a small smile before heading straight to the parking area.

As she arrived, her eyes quickly found Ric and Ellie in the midst of unpacking supplies. Determined to approach them first, she quickened her pace. However, before she could call out, Ellie noticed her and waved enthusiastically.

"Cammy! You’re early!" Ellie greeted warmly.

The sound of Ellie’s greeting made Ric pause and turn to see who had arrived. His gaze landed on Cammy, and for a moment, their eyes met.

Ric’s expression darkened the moment his eyes fell on the dress she was wearing and the paper bag she held in her hand.

"Yeah, I wanted to help Dylan," Cammy began, breaking the awkward silence. "But he’s in full ’big boy’ mode and doesn’t want my help. So, I came looking for you instead. How was Felicity’s flight?"

"It went well," Ellie replied with a smile. "She said she’ll miss us and is already counting down to the holidays." Ellie’s gaze flicked between the two of them, noticing the tension as Cammy’s attention kept drifting to Ric. Ellie added, "I should take these over to the booth. People are starting to arrive. I’ll leave you two to talk."

Cammy nodded subtly at Ellie, understanding her intent. Once Ellie was far enough away, Cammy turned to Ric, ready to speak, but he cut her off before she could utter a word.

"I’m sorry about the apartment," Ric said flatly. "I’ll pay for it." His sunglasses shielded his eyes, making it impossible for Cammy to discern where his gaze was directed or what he was feeling.

"Alright. Ric, I have to return this to you," Cammy said softly, lifting the paper bag toward him. "They’re beautiful, but I can’t accept them."

Ric didn’t even glance at the bag, let alone take it.

"If I had known Gregory gave you a more expensive dress, I would have done the same," Ric said bitterly. "I thought you’d feel uncomfortable accepting something like that from me, but clearly, you’re fine accepting it from that womanizer. It’s not just my pride you’ve hurt, Cammy—you’ve crushed my ego too."

He exhaled sharply, his tone softening but remaining pained. "Please, just take it. It’s the least you can do after breaking my heart. You didn’t even give me a chance. Of all people, why Gregory Cross? I warned you about him, didn’t I? You barely know him. He’ll only hurt you."

"Ric, it’s not what you think," Cammy replied, her voice trembling. "We agreed I’d pay for these. I’m really sorry about yesterday." She faltered, unsure of how else to respond.

"So, it’s true," Ric said coldly, his jaw tightening. "You did sleep with him, didn’t you? When I saw all your clothes yesterday, I wanted to kill him. At first, I thought he forced you. But now, it’s obvious you wanted it too. So, are you two together now?"

"No, we’re not," Cammy said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m just... I’m confused. It’s not that I deliberately chose him over you. You’ve been so good to me, Ric. A real gentleman. And—"

"And yet," Ric interrupted, his tone sharp and cutting, "you still chose him."

His words hung in the air, heavy and final, leaving Cammy speechless and unable to muster a response.