My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 247: Trembling Hope

Ric reached out and took Cammy’s hand again, this time holding it firmly, grounding her to the moment. His thumb brushed soothing circles over her knuckles, his voice soft but unwavering.

"Alright," he said after a long pause. "We’ll stay here, Cammy. Just until we get Dylan’s custody back."

Cammy’s lips parted, stunned by how easily he agreed. She searched his face, expecting to see reluctance—but there was none. Only quiet understanding.

"But after that," Ric continued, his voice filled with a warmth that wrapped around her battered heart, "once everything is settled... we’ll find a real home. A real house. One with a huge backyard where Dylan and... the baby can run around. Somewhere that’s ours. Somewhere that feels like a new start."

A lump rose in Cammy’s throat at his words, and she had to look down to hide the tears that welled in her eyes. A new start. The idea sounded so simple when Ric said it—but it terrified her all the same.

Ric squeezed her hand, making her look at him again.

"The reason I’m agreeing to this," he said, his tone dropping lower, more serious, "isn’t because I don’t want you at the penthouse." He gave a soft, bittersweet chuckle. "God knows I want you there. I want you everywhere."

Cammy’s breath hitched at the raw honesty in his voice.

"But I work late, Cammy. Sometimes until midnight. And if you stayed in the penthouse alone, it would feel like a prison. And I’d be forcing you to live in a place where the silence would scream at you every night." He shook his head, a shadow crossing his features.

"I don’t want that for you. Not when you can be here... with Eve, with the Moores. People who care. People who can laugh with you and talk with you and make this place feel like home—even when I can’t be here yet."

Cammy closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the wave of emotion his words stirred inside her. It wasn’t just understanding. It was protection. It was love, in its purest, most unselfish form.

Ric brushed her knuckles against his lips in a fleeting kiss. "You don’t need a maid in a cold penthouse. You need friends and warmth and stupid conversations over ramen at two a.m.," he said with a soft smile. "And I want you to have that... until I can give you more."

Cammy laughed under her breath, wiping at the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. "You make it sound so easy," she whispered. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Ric leaned in, pressing his forehead lightly against hers. "Because loving you, Cammy... is easy."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Cammy allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as broken as she thought. Maybe there was still a chance for a future stitched together from all the shattered pieces of her past.

"Now that our living arrangements are settled," Ric said, his thumb still lightly tracing circles against her hand, "let’s talk about the wedding. Where do you want to do it?"

Cammy opened her mouth to answer but faltered almost immediately. A cold weight settled on her chest as she realized — she had no idea.

This wedding had come so fast, like a tidal wave sweeping her off her feet before she could even find her footing. She hadn’t thought of flowers, or dresses, or venues. Her mind was still tangled in survival, in holding herself together.

"I... I don’t know," she admitted in a small voice, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Since the wedding was so sudden, I haven’t really thought about it."

Ric gave her a warm, reassuring smile, as if he had expected that answer all along.

"How about this," he said, leaning back slightly, his arm still draped casually across the couch behind her. "What if we do it at Pearl Resort?"

Cammy blinked at him, surprised. "Felicity’s resort?"

He nodded, his expression thoughtful, almost tender.

"It’s perfect for an intimate wedding. We already have a restaurant that could cater the event. And there’s a covered event hall where we can hold the ceremony—simple, beautiful, and no stress about bad weather."

Cammy listened, her heart slowly starting to thaw with each word.

"And more than that," Ric continued, his voice growing softer, "it’s where we met, Cammy. It’s where everything started. It feels right, doesn’t it?"

The memories flickered through her mind like flashes of light—the first stolen glances, the laughter, the unexpected connection she hadn’t dared hope for.

"And you know Felicity and Ellie," Ric added with a knowing smile. "They would be delighted to host the wedding. They are family."

Cammy felt the corners of her lips twitch into a small, wistful smile.

But then Ric’s tone shifted, even softer now, filled with something deeper—something that hit her straight in the heart.

"And lastly... It’s familiar to Dylan."

Cammy’s breath caught.

"He’ll be leaving for Duncan the day after the wedding," Ric said, his hand tightening gently on hers, "and I don’t want him feeling out of place on his last night here. At Pearl Resort, he knows everyone. He can play with Ellie’s kids, with Eve’s family. He can spend his last night surrounded by friends, laughter, family... love."

Cammy bit her lower lip hard, trying to will away the sting of tears building behind her eyes.

Ric smiled sadly. "It would make the transition easier for him. I know how hard it’s going to be. Not just for you... but for him, too."

For a long moment, Cammy couldn’t speak. Her throat was too tight, her chest too full.

It struck her then—not for the first time but perhaps the clearest—that Ric wasn’t just thinking about her.

He wasn’t making this wedding only about them.

He was folding Dylan’s fragile little heart into every decision he made, treating him not as an afterthought but as an essential, irreplaceable part of their future.

He does not only care about her. He also cares about her son.

Cammy pressed her palm to her chest, as if she could hold her breaking heart together just a little longer.

"Ric..." she whispered, her voice trembling, "Thank you. For thinking about him and not just about us."

Ric leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers again.

"Always," he murmured. "It’s never just you or me, Cammy. It’s all of us. Always."

And for the first time in a long, long while, Cammy allowed herself a fragile, trembling hope that maybe... she wasn’t alone in carrying the weight of the future anymore.

Her resolve grew stronger that she chose the right man to marry, the right man to be the father of her baby... Greg and hers.

Cammy wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and drew in a deep breath, trying to steady her swirling emotions. She looked up at Ric, who was still watching her with so much patience, so much quiet strength.

Finally, she gave him a small but certain nod.

"Alright," she said, her voice low but sure. "Let’s do it at Pearl Resort."

Ric’s entire face lit up with a genuine, boyish smile—a smile so full of happiness that it made Cammy’s heart ache in a different, sweeter way.

This wasn’t obligation.

This wasn’t pity.

This wasn’t some forced kindness.

This man genuinely wanted to marry her, to build a future with her and her son, and it showed in every line, every breath, every beat of him.

Cammy smiled back, shy and overwhelmed at the same time.

"I’ll take care of the venue," Ric said enthusiastically, already pulling out his phone and tapping a quick reminder to himself. "I’ll call Felicity and Ellie to make the arrangements. I’ll also get in touch with the wedding planner Richard recommended."

He looked at her with a reassuring grin.

"You don’t have to worry about anything, Cammy. The planner will just need some details from you—like what kind of wedding attire you want, if you have any special preferences for the motif or the food. And of course, the guest list."

Cammy exhaled a shaky breath, feeling a burden lift off her shoulders.

"Other than that," Ric continued, reaching for her hand again and squeezing it gently, "I’ll handle everything. You just focus on spending time with Dylan, making memories with him, and getting all the rest you need for you and the baby."

The tenderness in Ric’s voice, the way he said you and the baby like it was second nature to him, cradled something fragile inside her.

No one had ever stepped up for her like this before—without conditions, without expectation of something in return. He was just giving everything that he could that would make her happy.

It shook her to her core.

"Ric..." she whispered again, her throat tight with emotion.

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles lightly, reverently.

"You’re not alone anymore, Cammy," he said in a voice so steady and sure it left no room for doubt. "I’m here. For you. For Dylan. For everything that’s ahead."

And for the first time in what felt like an endless storm of fear and heartbreak, Cammy felt something bloom quietly inside her.

Hope...

Real, solid, trembling hope.