My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 257: Still Bitter

Cammy sat at a quaint corner table in the cozy little café just across the street from the wedding dress boutique. The soft hum of city life outside contrasted with the peaceful buzz inside—clinking mugs, murmured conversations, and the gentle hiss of the espresso machine.

She glanced at her watch, then looked up just in time to see Eve entering with a bright, eager smile on her face.

"There’s my beautiful bride-to-be!" Eve greeted, leaning in to hug Cammy tightly. "Are you ready to pick up your dress? I’m so excited, I could burst."

Cammy laughed softly, her nerves lightened by Eve’s warmth. "I think I’m more nervous than excited," she admitted. "But yes, let’s get it done."

As they both sat, Cammy took a sip of her iced tea and glanced out the window before turning back to Eve. "By the way, I was going to leave my car with you and Greg’s driver since Ric and I will be staying at the resort from now until the wedding."

Eve shook her head with a soft chuckle. "Thanks, but no. Harry’s been consistent lately—he picks me and Cassey up in the morning. He drops her off at school, and then we head to work together. It’s been... nice."

Cammy tilted her head slightly, curiosity twinkling in her eyes. "So... what’s the plan now that you and Harry are back together?"

Eve leaned back against her chair and sighed, a thoughtful smile curving her lips. "Right now, we’re taking things slow. After everything we’ve been through, we realized rushing it won’t help. We’re both new in our roles at work, and we want to focus on that—and more importantly, being the best parents we can be for Cassey."

Cammy smiled, genuinely happy for her friend. "That sounds mature... and really beautiful."

Eve shrugged with a small grin. "It’s not perfect. We’ve got a long way to go. But for now, this feels right."

The two women shared a quiet, meaningful look—two friends, both navigating new Chapters of life, love, and motherhood—before Cammy stood and said, "Shall we get that dress?"

Eve beamed. "Lead the way, bride."

And together, they stepped out into the street, the city bustling around them. Not have any clue what awaits them.

Within minutes, the soft rustling of silk and the glint of beadwork danced in the mirror as Cammy stepped out of the fitting room.

The dress she had chosen hugged her growing figure gracefully, elegant, simple, and timeless, just as she imagined. It was a simple trumpet dress with a sweetheart neckline, but Cammy wore it elegantly.

Eve stood to the side, hands clasped with excitement, admiring her friend with teary eyes.

"You look stunning, Cam," Eve whispered, awed. "It’s exactly you."

Cammy smiled shyly, smoothing the fabric at her sides as the seamstress made a few notes. "I just hope Ric likes it..."

But before Eve could respond, the bell above the door jingled, and in walked Annie, followed closely by Duncan. The energy in the room shifted instantly.

Annie’s eyes locked on Cammy in the mirror, and a slow, smug smirk crept onto her lips.

She folded her arms and said, loud enough for the whole boutique to hear, "Oh. How quaint. A ready-made dress off the rack? I suppose not everyone has the luxury of having their gown designed from scratch like I did."

Cammy froze, her reflection holding her gaze steady as if bracing her. Eve stepped protectively closer to her side, but Cammy simply lifted her chin, refusing to be rattled.

Duncan remained a step behind Annie, his eyes fixed on Cammy—not with amusement, but a quiet storm simmering beneath his controlled demeanor.

His gaze lingered on her gown, her figure, and most of all, the peaceful expression on her face—one that no longer included him. It made his jaw twitch.

"I must say," Annie continued, circling slowly like a shark, "I didn’t expect to see you here, of all places. Then again, why should I be surprised?"

Cammy said nothing, but Eve rolled her eyes dramatically. "Still bitter after all this time, Annie? Grow up."

Cammy simply adjusted her posture and turned slightly so the seamstress could finish pinning the last part of the waist. "Some of us don’t measure the value of a dress by how expensive or custom-made it is," she said softly. "I look beautiful regardless of what I wear, especially for the man I will marry."

Right then, the boutique door opened again, and in walked Ric, casually handsome in a crisp button-down, followed by Harry in his usual calm, collected stride.

Ric’s eyes immediately found Cammy, and he smiled—utterly struck silent by how she looked in the gown.

Annie, however, twisted her lips into a sneer. "Well, well. Ric came to watch the woman he loves slip away... How tragic. Must be hard seeing her dressed like that, knowing she’s marrying someone else."

Ric blinked, then let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, it would be tragic... if that were true."

Annie’s smirk faltered.

He walked up beside Cammy, placing a protective hand on her waist. "But see, I’m the groom. She’s marrying me."

The room fell silent.

Even Duncan’s composed mask cracked with disbelief. "You?" he asked, stepping forward slightly. "You’re marrying Ric?"

Cammy nodded slowly, her eyes on Duncan. "Yes." freeweɓnøvel.com

For a beat, Duncan said nothing—just clenched his jaw and gave a tight, dry smile.

Annie, flustered and clearly caught off guard, sniffed indignantly and turned to the seamstress. "Well, my dress is still being worked on. We’ll come back another day."

Before they left, Duncan paused at the door, then turned back to Cammy, his voice low but sharp. "I’ll be seeing you again soon. Less than two weeks. I’ll be with my son, don’t forget that."

Cammy held his gaze with quiet strength. "I haven’t forgotten."

And with that, Duncan turned and walked out, Annie clicking her heels behind him, leaving behind a storm of unresolved tension.

Ric looked down at Cammy, his hand still warm on her back. "Are you alright?"

Cammy nodded, letting out the breath she’d been holding. "Now I am."

Eve looked between them with a grin. "Well... I’d say that went better than expected."

Harry chuckled under his breath. "Define better."

And as the four of them stood there—Cammy in her wedding dress, Ric beside her like a shield—everything that once felt fragile, now felt unshakable.