My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 82: Pang of Jealousy

"Ric, I... I..." Cammy stammered, her lips moving soundlessly as her thoughts scrambled for the right words. Her chest tightened, and no matter how hard she tried, the explanation wouldn’t come.

How could she explain this to Ric? He had been nothing but kind to her and Dylan, a steady pillar of support when she needed it most. The thought of hurting him twisted her heart into knots.

Before she could attempt to speak again, Ric closed the gap between them in a few measured steps. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms. The embrace was firm yet gentle, enveloping her in warmth. It wasn’t suffocating, but protective, as if he were shielding her from a force she couldn’t see.

"Ric..." Cammy whispered, her voice trembling as her cheek rested against his shoulder. She could feel the weight of his emotions in the way he held her. It was overwhelming, and her own emotions began to spill over. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..." she murmured, her voice breaking.

Ric slowly loosened his embrace and stepped back, his eyes searching hers with a mix of sadness and understanding. "Why are you apologizing, Cammy?" he asked, his voice low and strained. "It’s not your fault... not your fault for falling in love with–"

Before he could finish, Cammy raised her hand and gently placed it over his mouth. "Don’t," she said softly, shaking her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Don’t say it, Ric... please."

"Don’t... Please don’t say that," Cammy pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Greg has been good to me, just like you have, but in a different way. I might be wrong, but I don’t think I’m in love with him. My mind is overwhelmed right now, and love is the last thing I can focus on."

She hesitated, then continued, her voice was steady but full of emotion. "This isn’t the right time for me to jump into another relationship. But yes, I did choose Greg—on paper, at least. I’ve accepted his help, and in return, I’ll help him. We’ll pretend to be together, especially in front of Duncan and Annie. That’s all there is to it."

Cammy met Ric’s gaze with an expression both firm and sorrowful. "I’m telling you this not because I want you to wait for me, Ric, because I don’t. Don’t wait for me. My life is in chaos right now, and I can’t let you get tangled up in it. Please, continue living your life, and let me deal with mine."

Ric took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. "Cammy, I could give you the same help Greg is offering—without asking for anything in return. Haven’t you considered that? I’m the safest choice."

"That’s exactly why, Ric," she said, with a soft but resolute tone. "I don’t want the safe choice. Duncan will come after anyone who stands by me, and he won’t stop until he destroys both me and anyone I care about. I couldn’t bear for him to hurt you."

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "That’s why I chose Greg. He’s already involved in this mess—he has a history with Annie, and he’s been planning his move long before I ever met him.

His determination to get revenge against Duncan and Annie is far stronger than my own resolve. That’s what I need right now, Ric. Because honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can stand my ground against Duncan."

The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken emotions, the air thick with the weight of her decision. Ric clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he struggled to accept her words.

"What do you mean by that?" Ric asked with heavy confusion and concern in his voice.

Cammy drew in a shaky breath, her gaze distant. "I don’t know, Ric... All my life, there’s only ever been one man who held my heart, and that’s Duncan. From the moment my dad introduced him to me back in high school, my eyes and heart were set on him. I always pictured myself marrying him, building a life with him, growing old together."

Her voice broke as she continued, her emotions spilling out. "I thought I hated him—truly hated him, from the deepest part of my soul. But after seeing him again... I’m not sure what I feel anymore. I just keep wishing I could go back to our wedding day when everything was perfect when we were happy and in love."

Tears began to streak down her face as she spoke, her words faltering. "Maybe... maybe if I could go back to the past, I could fix whatever I did wrong. Maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess. If I hadn’t become a stay-at-home mom—if I’d worked in my father’s company instead—maybe Duncan would have valued me. Maybe he wouldn’t have looked for someone else."

Her voice cracked, and she pressed a trembling hand to her chest. "All I ever wanted was for my family to be happy and whole. But now... now everything’s shattered. My life... my son’s life... it’s all ruined."

Cammy collapsed onto the floor, her sobs wracking her body as the weight of her words and emotions overwhelmed her. Ric knelt beside her, his heart breaking at the sight. He wanted to comfort her, to ease her pain, but he knew there were no words strong enough to heal the wounds she carried. All he could do was stay by her side as she cried her heart out.

She hadn’t expected to break down so completely, especially when she thought she had her emotions under control. Her wails echoed through the house, loud enough to draw the attention of her landlords, Eve, and Greg.

Within moments, all four of them gathered outside Cammy’s room. They found her collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face, while Ric knelt beside her, gently trying to comfort her. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"I’ll stay with the kids to make sure they don’t wander in and see Cammy like this," Mrs. Moore said softly, motioning for her husband to follow her out of the room.

Eve quickly grabbed some tissues, handing them to Cammy while Greg quietly shut the door behind him with an unreadable expression, almost blank.

"What happened?" Eve whispered to Ric.

Ric sighed heavily, patting Cammy’s back as she clung to him, her sobs growing quieter but no less heart-wrenching.

Cammy lifted her tear-streaked face and, through trembling lips, said, "I’m sorry, Ric. I’m so sorry. Please... don’t let your good life get tied to mine. You’ve been one of the few good things in my life, and I can’t bear the thought of ruining you. It would hurt me too much to see your life fall apart because of me. Please... save yourself from me."

Her words hung heavy in the air, but what she didn’t realize was that Greg was standing just a few steps away behind her, watching and listening to every word.

Greg’s throat tightened, and he swallowed hard as he processed her raw, heartfelt plea to Ric. A strange, unfamiliar sensation twisted in his chest—a pang of jealousy. Her care and concern for Ric were so genuine, so unguarded, that it stung.

He envied Ric, not just for being the recipient of Cammy’s tenderness but for holding a place in her heart that Greg knew wasn’t his. Despite everything—her cooperation, her presence by his side in his quest for revenge—the passionate nights they spent together in bed, he still didn’t have what mattered most.

Her heart...

And at that moment, as Cammy continued to weep in Ric’s arms, Greg couldn’t help but realize how much he wanted even just a tiny spot in her heart.