My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 76: Four Bouquets of Roses

"What’s all this?" Cammy exclaimed in astonishment, her eyes fixed on the four bouquets of roses in different colors arranged on her desk.

"I only recognize the yellow one because I brought it here," Chiqui said with a chuckle. "Ethan mentioned he bumped into the delivery guy in the lobby earlier. He said it was for you and handed it over. Oh, and there’s a card too—we couldn’t resist reading it."

Curious, Cammy picked up the card and read it aloud:

"To the best mom in the world. Sorry, I couldn’t make it to my Godson’s awarding ceremony; I was with my family. From: Your best friend."

A wide smile spread across Cammy’s face as she realized the thoughtful gesture was from Ethan himself. She imagined he had probably intended to deliver it to her desk himself but had been intercepted by Chiqui. "Aw, that’s so sweet!" she said, beaming.

"Do you know who it’s from?" one of her teammates asked eagerly, leaning in with curiosity.

"Yes, I do," Cammy replied with a small smile. "It’s from my best friend, who couldn’t make it to my son’s school event yesterday." She then shifted her attention to Chiqui.

"And what about the other three? Any idea who sent those?" she asked curiously.

Chiqui shrugged with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "We have no clue. The cards are in sealed envelopes, and we didn’t want to pry. But we’re all ears if you decide to share the details!"

Cammy chuckled and smirked. "I think I’ll read them first to see if they’re even worth sharing or if it’s private."

"Oh, come on, Cammy! You’re such a tease!" one of the ladies exclaimed, and the group burst into a fit of laughter.

Cammy picked up the card nestled in the white roses and read it quietly to herself: "I hope this will bring you a smile and good vibes today and for the rest of your week. I’m looking forward to visiting you in your new but temporary apartment. ~Ric."

A soft, genuine smile spread across her lips, one so radiant it seemed to light up the room. The contagious warmth of her expression made the other women smile as well, simply from watching her reaction.

"So? Is it something you’re willing to share with us?" Chiqui asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Cammy chuckled and handed over the card. In an instant, the three women gathered around Chiqui, eagerly leaning in to read the message.

As expected, the group squealed in perfect harmony, overflowing with excitement over Ric’s message to Cammy.

"Who is this guy?" one of them eagerly asked.

"He’s a part-owner and chef at the resort whose website I manage as part of my side job," Cammy explained.

"Ric? Wait, you don’t mean Ricardo Rossi, the celebrity chef, do you?" another woman gasped, her eyes widening with disbelief.

Cammy smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of her head. She hadn’t anticipated that mentioning he was a chef would lead to this. Regret crept in as she realized she’d let it slip.

"Uh, yeah... that’s him," she admitted hesitantly.

"OH MY GOD! NO WAY!" Chiqui practically shouted. "I’ve watched all his shows—not for the recipes, but for him! And why on earth would he visit you at your apartment? Is he courting you?"

Cammy waved her hand dismissively, trying to downplay the situation. "Oh no, nothing like that. He’s just a gentleman. My son and I are temporarily moving into his aunt’s apartment because mine is under renovation. He’s probably just stopping by to hand over the keys and maybe explain a few rules. That’s all," she explained, silently hoping they wouldn’t press for more details.

"I see..." Chiqui said, though her expression showed she wasn’t entirely convinced. "Alright, go on—check the others!"

"Okay," Cammy agreed. "Let’s save the red one for last since it’s my favorite color. Let’s see who sent the pink one."

She slid the card out of the envelope, her expression instantly souring as a frown appeared on her face. The sudden change stirred up her teammates’ curiosity more than before. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The card read:

’Honey, please talk to me. I rejected the divorce papers because I don’t want us to end. Just tell me to leave Annie and come back to you, and I will. Please let me explain what happened—I promise it’s not what you think. Just give me a chance to explain, please.’

There was no signature, but Cammy didn’t need one to know exactly who it was from. Her jaw clenched as she stared at the words, then at the pink roses that seemed almost mocking. "And he had the audacity to send pink roses when he knows they covered the pink walls of my twins’ room," she muttered bitterly before tearing the card into pieces, startling her teammates.

"W-Wait! Cammy! What’s going on? Who sent it?" Chiqui asked, alarmed by her sudden shift in mood.

"From the devil himself," Cammy replied flatly, her voice dripping with disdain. She pointed to the bouquet. "Does anyone want this, or should I just toss it in the trash?"

"We can distribute them to everyone’s desks if you’d like, just like last time," one of the ladies suggested.

"Sure, go ahead. Do whatever you want with them." Cammy closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before reaching for the card on the bouquet of red roses.

’Please don’t be from Duncan. I don’t want to have to throw away such beautiful roses,’ she silently wished.

As with the other cards, Cammy read the message to herself: ’I hope you won’t give these roses away to your team this time. Thank you for your help yesterday; you were amazingly brave. I’m proud of you!’

There was no signature, but she instantly knew who it was from. Her anger melted away, replaced by a smile.

"Hmm... looks like this one’s from a different guy too!" one of her teammates teased, snapping Cammy back to reality.

"Yeah, it is," Cammy admitted. "I guess it’s safe to show you the message." She handed the card to her teammates, who eagerly grabbed it with excitement.

Cammy gathered all three bouquets, pulled out her pedestal cabinet from under the desk, and carefully placed them on top, clearing her desk. She couldn’t help but smile as she heard the ladies squeal again after reading the message on Greg’s card.

"Oh my goodness, Cammy! If you’re not going to take any of them, at least introduce us—or at least to their friends!" one of her teammates exclaimed.

Cammy laughed, "Haha! Sure, I’ll let you know."

Chiqui clapped her hands playfully and said, "Alright ladies, the commercial’s over. Time to get to work. Let’s log in and get to it!"

Everyone returned to their desks, but Cammy remained where she was, staring at the three bouquets.

’Ethan is always so sweet and thoughtful. His girlfriend is really lucky,’ she mused.

Her hand absentmindedly reached out and touched the white and red roses, her mind drifting. ’What should I do with you two? You’re so different from each other, and I don’t want to break either of your hearts. But this isn’t the right time to accept either of your feelings. I just wish you both find the woman of your dreams... and that woman definitely isn’t me.’