My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 259: I Do

Cammy stood at the altar, her hand gently resting in Ric’s as the minister’s voice floated through the open-air garden, but the words barely reached her ears.

Half-hidden by the trees, just beyond the reach of the wedding arch’s string lights, he stood motionless, yet unmistakably present. Their eyes locked. Time seemed to stop, if only for a second.

The noise of the ocean, the murmurs of the crowd, even the fluttering in her own chest, all of it fell away.

She could see everything in his expression.

Pain. Longing. A silent goodbye.

Her throat tightened, but she couldn’t look away. She didn’t expect him to come. Part of her thought he wouldn’t dare, or that he had finally let go. But there he was, dressed in simple slacks and a button-down, hands in his pockets, eyes locked onto hers like it was the last time they’d see each other.

"...Camilla Watson," the minister’s voice cut through the haze, "do you take Ricardo Rossi to be your lawfully wedded husband...?"

Cammy blinked, caught off guard.

The minister paused, clearly waiting. Ric glanced at her and gently squeezed her hand. When she didn’t respond, the minister repeated the question, a little more firmly this time.

"Do you, Camilla Watson, take Ricardo Rossi—"

A soft clearing of the throat came from Ric, subtle but deliberate, grounding her.

Cammy tore her gaze away from Greg, suddenly aware that the guests were holding their breath. She blinked again, and looked back one last time.

Greg smiled.

A sad, broken smile. The kind only someone with a shattered heart can give. And then—he raised both thumbs in the air, a gesture meant to be light, encouraging... but Cammy could see the tears glistening in his eyes, even from that distance.

Her heart broke and healed all at once.

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks as she turned back to Ric and nodded, voice trembling. "I do."

In the distance, Greg placed both hands over his chest and gave her one final wave before turning away, disappearing into the trees as quietly as he had come.

Cammy exhaled shakily. Straightening her back, she brushed her tears away with the tips of her fingers, and smiled at Ric—truly smiled.

This was her moment now.

Her vow. Her future.

And she chose to face it with her whole heart.

The breeze stilled for a moment as the minister’s voice rang out, calm and warm:

"You may now kiss the bride."

Cammy felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching as a wave of nerves rushed through her. It was happening.

Their first kiss—shared not in secret or by accident, but in front of everyone they knew, under the eyes of the world.

Her hands trembled slightly in Ric’s grasp as she looked up into his eyes.

Ric’s gaze softened, steady and full of emotion. He bent a little closer, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "May I? Just for today. You know, everyone is watching."

Cammy blinked, her heart fluttering wildly. But in that moment, looking into Ric’s eyes—those kind, earnest eyes—her nerves melted into something warmer. Gentler. Something that made her want to trust the moment instead of fear it.

A small, genuine smile curved her lips. She nodded.

Slowly, she leaned in, her hands tightening around his. Ric mirrored her, his breath brushing against her cheek as the distance between them faded into nothing.

And then, their lips met.

Soft. Tentative. Unrushed.

A kiss that didn’t demand anything, but offered everything.

The world seemed to fade away—the murmuring crowd, the soft rustle of the sea breeze, the clicking cameras. All of it dimmed, and for that one fleeting moment, it was just the two of them.

Two people bound by a choice, not by desperation or obligation, but by a growing, quiet understanding. freeweɓnovel-cøm

When they finally pulled apart, Cammy’s cheeks were flushed, her heart still racing.

Ric’s thumb gently brushed the side of her hand, his own face slightly red, but smiling wide.

The crowd erupted into applause, but Cammy barely heard it. Her eyes were still on Ric—her husband now.

The guests began rising from their seats, congratulating the couple as they made their way toward the beautifully decorated dining area. Fairy lights twinkled under the canopy, and the scent of fresh flowers and sea breeze mingled in the air.

Laughter and chatter surrounded Ric and Cammy as they walked side by side, but Cammy’s steps grew slower, more distracted.

"I’ll be right back," she murmured to Ric, leaning close and offering a weak smile. "I need to pee."

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hurry back. Everyone wants to see the bride."

Cammy nodded, then quickly turned, her heart pounding—not from excitement, but from something else entirely. She didn’t head toward the restroom. Instead, her feet carried her faster and faster until she was nearly running toward the parking lot, her gown trailing behind her.

Greg...

She had seen him. She wasn’t hallucinating. He was there. Standing behind the trees, far from the crowd. Watching. Crying.

She scanned the rows of parked cars, her eyes darting desperately from vehicle to vehicle. "Greg?" she called out in a breathless whisper, knowing deep down he wouldn’t answer. "Greg!"

But the lot was empty now, still and quiet, the shadows long under the setting sun. There was no trace of him—no car she recognized, no figure standing by the trees. Nothing.

Cammy’s breath caught in her throat as a fresh wave of emotion hit her. She turned around helplessly, and that’s when she saw Ellie walking toward her, carrying a small box.

"Cammy?" Ellie called out, noticing the distressed look on her face. "What’s wrong? What are you doing here?"

Cammy ran to her, eyes brimming with tears, voice shaking. "Ellie, did you see him? Did you see Greg? He was here... I saw him watching the ceremony from the trees."

Ellie blinked, surprised, then shook her head gently. "No, I didn’t see him, Cam."

Cammy’s knees buckled, and she slumped onto the gravel, her beautiful gown pooling around her like wilting petals. Ellie dropped the box and rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her.

"He was here..." Cammy sobbed, her voice barely coherent. "He was here, Ellie. He watched me say ’I do’ and then he left... He left before I could... I just— I didn’t get to say goodbye..."

Ellie held her tighter, cradling her like a child, gently rocking her as Cammy broke down completely in her arms, tears soaking into her shoulder. "It’s okay, babe... it’s okay. Let it out," she whispered, her own heart breaking at the sight of her strong friend breaking down.

Ellie sat on the couch, cradling Cammy’s head on her lap as Cammy continued to sob uncontrollably. She had brought Cammy to her house to avoid everyone who could possibly see her in that state, since she wouldn’t stop crying.

Her wedding gown was wrinkled, her cheeks streaked with tears and mascara. The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the ceiling fan and distant sound of the ocean outside barely masking the pain in Cammy’s cries.

Ellie brushed Cammy’s hair back gently, her voice soft and steady. "It’s okay, Cam. Just cry it out. I’m here, alright?"

She had already called Eve, who rushed over from the reception, heels in hand and face tight with concern.

The two women tried everything—water, cold towels, soft words, even jokes—but nothing could pierce through the ache that had consumed Cammy.

When the knock came on the door, Ellie sighed in relief. She opened it to find Ric standing there, slightly breathless, concern etched deeply across his face.

"Where is she?" he asked urgently. "People are starting to look for the bride."

Ellie stepped aside to let him in. "She’s in the living room. I tried everything. So did Eve. But maybe you..."

Ric entered and saw Cammy, curled into a fragile figure in her wedding gown, tears still spilling from her red-rimmed eyes. Without hesitation, he knelt down beside her, gently taking her hand.

Cammy looked up, guilt clouding her expression. "Ric, I’m sorry... I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just— I saw him and— I couldn’t—"

Ric shook his head, pressing a finger lightly to her lips. "Shhh... Don’t apologize. I understand."

He gave her a tender smile. "You’re pregnant, Cam. These hormones? They’re no joke. You’re not weak. You’re just human, and you’re overwhelmed. It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself."

Cammy’s lips trembled as another tear slid down, but Ric’s next move startled her—he pulled out his phone, scrolled quickly, then hit play.

An upbeat, silly pop song filled the room. Ric stood and began to dance ridiculously, arms flailing and hips moving out of sync. "Come on," he said, extending a hand down to her. "Dance with me. Just a little. For the baby."

Cammy blinked. "Ric..."

"No excuses. It’s tradition to dance at your wedding, Mrs. Rossi," he teased.

Slowly, she took his hand and let him pull her up. He spun her, dipped her, and even pretended to moonwalk, his antics earning a snort from Eve and a delighted squeal from Ellie. Finally, Cammy gave in and laughed—really laughed—until her stomach hurt and the last of her tears dried up.

"Thank you," she whispered, her hand still in his.

"Always," Ric replied with a wink.

Eve clapped her hands and said, "Alright, let’s fix this face. The bride has a party to attend."

With practiced speed, she and Ellie set to work—patting, blending, reapplying. Within minutes, Cammy looked radiant again, her smile more genuine now.

Together, the four of them left Ellie’s house, walking back toward the reception. And though her heart still held echoes of sadness, Cammy held tightly to Ric’s hand, choosing—for this night—to walk forward.

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~Author’s Note~

Sorry guys for the few Chapters lately. My health is not good. It’s summer here but it keeps on raining every other day or two days. I will make it up to you when I get better.

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