My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 266: Trail

Cammy turned to Ric, her full attention now on him, bracing herself for whatever he was about to say.

"My family owns a secluded ranch with a vineyard in Spain," Ric began, his voice steady but urgent.

"It’s private—completely off the grid—and we’ve had deep ties there for generations. My father sponsors a school nearby, a good one, where Dylan can continue his studies without raising any suspicion.

And with the influence my family still holds there... I can get you both new identities. Clean. Untouchable."

He paused, locking eyes with her. "The only thing we need to figure out now is how to handle your disappearance. We can’t fake your death again—not this time.

Duncan will look for you, Cammy. He’ll turn the world upside down to find you. But I promise... with the right planning, I can make sure no one lays eyes on you or Dylan ever again."

Cammy’s breath caught in her throat, and her heart thundered wildly in her chest. Instinctively, she placed a trembling hand over it.

Ric saw the shift in her—how pale she had gone, how shaken—and gently asked, "Hey... are you alright?"

She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... it’s just—this is the first time it’s hitting me. What I’m about to do. I mean, I knew I wanted to run, but hearing all of this from you... it’s suddenly real. Maybe it’s the hormones or maybe it’s fear, but—God, Ric—this is a huge leap."

Ric stepped closer and gripped both of her arms, grounding her. His tone was calm, but there was a seriousness behind his eyes. "I need to hear it again. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want to do?"

Cammy met his gaze, fierce determination shining through her tears. "Yes. I’m sure. I have to do this... for Dylan. For the baby. For me."

A slow nod from Ric. Then, with urgency and purpose, he said, "Alright. Then let’s move. I need you to drive so I can make some calls and arrange everything. I’ll secure a private jet—it’ll give us a head start and help me wipe away your trail. Get Dylan, meet me at the car."

Before turning to leave, Ric leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead—an unspoken vow that he was in this with her, all the way.

Cammy rushed to Dylan, wiping the sweat from his flushed face and washing his hands in the nearby faucet. She changed him into a fresh set of clothes as quickly as she could, her hands trembling with urgency.

Dylan, still cheerful and unaware of the storm his mother was carrying in her chest, obediently followed her toward the car.

As they reached the vehicle, she spotted Ric already inside, deep in a call, speaking in a language she didn’t understand. He didn’t pause—just extended the car keys toward her with a swift gesture, his eyes intense.

She took them silently, her pulse thudding in her ears.

Once everyone was buckled in, Cammy gripped the steering wheel tightly and whispered, "Where do I drive?"

Ric covered the mouthpiece of his phone and leaned closer, whispering, "Domestic airport." Then he returned to his conversation, his tone low and commanding.

Cammy drove, barely breathing. She tried to focus on the road, but a million thoughts clawed at her. When Ric finally ended the call, she glanced at him and asked, "Why the domestic airport? We’re going to Spain."

Ric sat back and looked at her. "We’re taking the long way. Multiple flights. Several land transfers. We have to scatter the trail. I need your passports—for the new identities. Do you have them?"

"In my bag," she nodded. "There’s a leather pouch inside with all our IDs." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Ric dug through the bag quickly, pulling out the documents. He snapped photos of everything and sent them off immediately.

He turned to glance at Dylan, who was in the back seat, his head slowly nodding, his small body giving in to sleep. "He’s exhausted," Ric murmured.

"He played his heart out," Cammy replied softly, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.

"Cammy, let’s switch. You’ve been driving all day."

She shook her head. "It’s okay. You keep doing what you need to. I’m fine... for now."

Ric nodded reluctantly. "You can rest on the plane."

He leaned closer again, his voice low and urgent. "Here’s the plan. First stop is Arlon. My men are already waiting. That’s where the new IDs will be issued. From there, we’ll take another private jet headed south.

Then we’ll drive further into the countryside and lie low for a few days before heading into Spain. My assistant has already released travel documents showing I flew to Singapore today for a food expo. It’ll throw off any suspicion."

Cammy’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. Her knuckles turned white.

"I need to return to Dalton for a while once we get you settled," Ric continued. "To maintain the illusion that I’m not involved. I can’t draw attention. But my people will be with you every step of the way. You won’t be alone. Is that alright?"

Cammy exhaled shakily. "Oh, God..."

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, she looked like she might break.

"Ric... you don’t need to do all this. Worry about your business, your life. You’ve already done more for me than I could ever repay." Her voice wavered but her eyes stayed forward, on the road. "The least I can do now is wait. And be a good wife."

Those words sank deep into Ric’s chest.

He blinked, startled by how they hit him. "Right... you’re my wife," he said quietly, as if the reality had just registered.

Cammy stole a glance at him and saw the way he blushed. She let out a soft, bittersweet laugh. "Yes, Mr. Rossi... I’m your Mrs. Rossi. And don’t worry—I won’t divorce you while I’m in Spain. I’ll wait for you. I promise."

A silence filled the car after that. Not the heavy kind—but a quiet, sacred one.

Ric smiled faintly, nodded once, then turned back to his phone, ready to finish what he started—for her. For all of them.