My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 252: Choosing Between Options

She stepped inside, and Ric closed the door gently behind them.

Then he turned to her, eyes locking with hers.

Cammy stared at him, frozen in place.

"Ric, what is this about?"

He reached for the doorknob of one of the doors inside.

And just before he opened it, he looked back at her and said:

"I hope you’re ready."

Cammy held her breath as Ric slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Instead of something ominous, she found herself standing at the threshold of a pristine walk-in closet, softly lit and immaculately arranged.

In the center, displayed like sacred artifacts on two separate dress forms, were two tuxedos—one in elegant dove gray, the other in a smooth, understated beige. The fabrics shimmered subtly under the lights, each with its own quiet charm.

Ric stepped in first and motioned her closer. "This," he said, gesturing to the display, "is what I wanted to show you."

Cammy stepped in beside him, her eyes darting between the two suits. "Tuxedos?"

Ric nodded, his voice quiet, contemplative. "My dad had them made. As soon as he found out about the wedding, he had them sent over. He insisted I wear one of these. He couldn’t decide which looked better, so he sent both and told me to let the bride choose."

Cammy’s brows lifted slightly, touched and surprised. "That’s... thoughtful."

Ric smiled faintly. "Yeah, it is. But... he won’t be there to see it."

Her gaze snapped to his. "What do you mean?"

Ric’s expression turned solemn. "Remember he had a surgery? Another one is needed. He’s scheduled for surgery next week. Something to do with his heart—complications from an old condition. The doctors told him it’s better to get it done sooner than risk traveling. So, he’s sending someone else in his place."

Cammy tilted her head. "Who?"

"My uncle—his younger brother. He’s always been the family’s more sociable one, anyway. He’ll be representing him at the wedding."

Cammy nodded slowly, then hesitated before asking, "What about your mom?"

A shadow passed over Ric’s face. He looked away for a moment before answering. "She died when I was little. I barely remember her. It’s one of the reasons I grew so close to Felicity. She... filled in the blanks."

Cammy’s lips parted slightly, her chest tightening at his confession. "I didn’t know that."

Ric shrugged gently, his tone softened. "It’s not something I talk about often."

Then Cammy furrowed her brows. "Wait... your dad and Felicity’s husband are brothers?"

Ric nodded. "Yeah. Felicity married into the family. She and my dad’s brother met when she was just starting in business. That’s how the resort came into our family."

Cammy’s mouth opened in surprise. "So that means... your uncle—Felicity’s husband—is coming to the wedding, but she isn’t?"

Ric’s jaw tensed slightly, and he nodded again. "Yeah."

"That’s... strange," Cammy murmured, frowning. "Why would she refuse to come? You’re like a son to her. She calls me the daughter she never had... and it’s your wedding, in her own resort."

Ric’s eyes darkened a little, the weight of uncertainty flickering in his gaze. "I don’t know. She didn’t give me a reason either. But it must be because of her son. His health is not good lately, but her daughter, Olivia, will come."

Cammy crossed her arms, her thoughts spinning. "I guess that’s fine then. Health comes first, and besides, her husband and daughter will come anyway."

Ric glanced at the tuxedos again, then turned back to her. "So... which one?"

Cammy looked at both tuxes—each a gift from a father who couldn’t be there, each carrying the weight of bloodlines, loss, and legacy. She stepped forward, gently touching the sleeve of the gray one.

"This one," she said softly. "It will fit the dress I have in mind. And I think... it suits you."

Ric watched her hand, then slowly looked up at her face. "Thank you," he murmured.

Their eyes met—so much unspoken between them.

But in the back of Cammy’s mind, one thing lingered like a whisper in the dark:

’Greg wore a beige suit in our pretend wedding. I don’t want this wedding to be anything close to that,’ she thought.

With a final glance at the Gray tux hanging neatly in Ric’s closet, Cammy carefully draped the beige tuxedo—the one not chosen—over her arm, along with the box containing Ric’s shoes. He gave her a grateful nod before grabbing his duffle bag, laptop bag, and another small carry-on.

As they exited the penthouse, the mood between them had shifted—less tension, more understanding. The silence was no longer awkward, but thoughtful.

In the parking area, the moment Dylan saw them approaching through the windshield, his face lit up like fireworks. He immediately started bouncing in his seat, nudging his nanny with excitement.

"Moooom! Uncle Ric! Are we going now?" Dylan called as Cammy opened the car door and carefully set the tux and shoes in the back seat.

"Yes, love, we’re going now," she answered, flashing him a bright smile. "Everything’s packed and ready."

Ric placed his bags in the trunk before sliding into the driver’s seat. "You’re excited, huh, champ?"

Dylan nodded enthusiastically, his casted leg wiggling slightly. "Yes! I can’t wait to see the beach again. Do you think I can still play in the sand with this?" he asked, pointing at his cast. freēwēbnovel.com

Ric glanced back at him in the mirror and grinned. "Of course. I’ll carry you if I have to."

Cammy chuckled softly, reaching back to tousle Dylan’s hair. "Let’s just get there first before you start making demands."

With everyone secured and settled in, Ric started the engine, and they pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind the city’s noise and weight.

The drive was long, but the road ahead felt light—like they were slowly leaving behind the tangled mess of unanswered questions and quiet grief, and heading toward something new. Something uncertain, yes... but also something hopeful.

As the city lights faded in the distance and the open roads stretched out before them, Cammy looked out the window, her thoughts still occasionally drifting to Felicity’s mysterious absence... but Dylan’s laughter and Ric’s quiet humming grounded her in the present.

The Pearl Resort awaited them—with its shimmering ocean, whispered promises, and secrets buried in its sunlit sands.