My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 249: You’re Stuck With Me

The moment Cammy slid into the backseat of the taxi, the cold weight on her chest began to lift—just a little. As the city streets blurred past the window, so did the memory of Greg’s words, his distant eyes, and that final blow of calling himself her "big brother."

She closed her eyes, exhaled deeply—and when she opened them again, she chose joy. Not for herself. For Dylan.

Her fingers danced across her phone screen, scrolling through parks, museums, indoor playgrounds, and weekend fairs. She bookmarked places with colorful rides and kid-friendly menus, already imagining the excitement lighting up Dylan’s face. Her broken heart could wait. But Dylan’s happiness? That couldn’t.

"Excuse me, can we stop at Chickie Junction? The one with the drive-thru?" she asked the driver with a warm smile, her voice softer now, lighter.

Moments later, bags filled the seat beside her—crispy chicken drumsticks, Dylan’s favorite brownie fudge cake, a large cup of chocolate sundae slowly melting, and of course, the strawberry milkshake he always sipped with two hands. She looked at everything and smiled like a child herself, her heart swelling not with sorrow, but with anticipation.

The taxi pulled up in front of their newly renovated building, and Cammy stepped out, her eyes gleaming with something she hadn’t felt in days—hope.

She gazed up at the rooftop level and whispered to herself with a warm chuckle, "Home sweet home."

She stepped inside, her heels clicking lightly against the hallway floor as she carried the bags of food, humming softly. But the moment she opened the door to their apartment, her steps faltered.

There—right in the foyer—sat a pair of large rubber shoes. Not hers. Not Dylan’s. Definitely not the nanny’s.

Her breath caught.

Laughter echoed from the kitchen. Familiar. Bright. Dylan’s.

She hurried in, and the sight that greeted her made her heart stutter.

Dylan and his nanny sat at the far end of the kitchen island, beaming as they watched someone on the other side perform what looked like a juggling act.

With a few cautious steps forward, Cammy’s eyes widened.

’Ric.’

He stood confidently behind the island, spinning glass bottles like a seasoned bartender in a show, tossing them into the air and catching them behind his back with an exaggerated bow. He looked so at home. So... welcome...

"Wow! You’ve got some moves, Ric!" Cammy almost squealed in delight.

And then—BAM!

One of the bottles slipped from Ric’s hand and shattered on the tiled floor.

Cammy gasped and instinctively covered her mouth, then rushed forward. "Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I thought you heard me open the door!"

Ric turned to her, a sheepish smile on his face, brushing shards away with a cloth. "I was in the zone. Guess I got too carried away with my audience."

She dropped to her knees, trying to help him clean, but he gently reached out and stopped her hand.

"It’s okay, Cammy. I’ve got it." His gaze shifted to the bags on the counter. "Looks like you brought a feast."

She nodded, still catching her breath. "All Dylan’s favorites. I thought we could do something special."

Ric gave her a look—gentle, knowing—and smiled. "Then go make it special. I’ll take care of this mess."

Cammy’s eyes softened. There was something about the way Ric said it that wrapped around her, like a quiet promise: ’You’re not alone. Not anymore’

She nodded, finally, and turned toward the counter. As she began unpacking the food, Dylan ran to her, throwing his arms around her waist.

"Mom! Uncle Ric showed me how to spin bottles! He’s gonna teach me next time!"

Cammy laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Next time, huh? You better not be drinking anything but milk."

The three of them shared a smile, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, the apartment didn’t feel like a place to cry in.

It felt like home.

But even as her hands moved and her voice lightened, a sliver of ache still lingered behind her smile.

Because happiness and heartbreak—they sometimes lived in the same place.

And tonight, Cammy was holding both.

As Cammy wiped down the counter and set the last of the food on the table, Ric leaned casually against the kitchen island, his arms crossed, his gaze soft.

"So..." he asked, voice low and curious, "are you heading back to work after lunch?"

Cammy paused.

Her eyes flicked to Dylan, who was now seated on a bar stool with a spoonful of chocolate sundae halfway to his mouth, cheeks puffed with excitement.

She shook her head slowly, her lips tugging into a playful smile. She walked toward Dylan, leaned down, and gently pinched both of his cheeks.

"Nope. Not anymore," she said with exaggerated cheer. "Starting Wednesday, I’ll be working from home until the wedding. And today—until tomorrow—I’m officially on leave."

Dylan blinked.

His spoon clattered softly into his bowl.

His eyes and mouth opened wider and wider as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. "Wait... wait, wait, wait... so it means..."

Cammy tilted her head, fighting a grin. "Yes?"

His face lit up like the Fourth of July. "It means we can spend time together? Before I go back to school?!"

Cammy nodded, this time with a full, radiant smile. "All day. Every hour. You’re stuck with me now, mister."

With a squeal of joy, Dylan jumped down from his stool and ran straight to his nanny, arms flailing. "Did you hear that?! Mom’s gonna stay with me! She’s not going to work until after the wedding!"

Cammy laughed, her chest swelling with warmth, her earlier sadness tucked away for the moment. It wasn’t gone. But it was no longer center stage.

Ric, however, remained leaning against the counter, watching her. His expression had shifted—just a little. Still calm. Still kind. But thoughtful.

He waited until Dylan was out of earshot, whispering excitedly to his nanny, before asking, in a quiet voice only meant for her—

"Did Greg offer this to you... or did you ask for it?"

The room fell still for a heartbeat.

Cammy’s smile faded, not completely, but just enough to let something real flicker behind her eyes.

She didn’t answer right away.

And in that silence... the truth began to settle between them like dust in sunlight.