My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 251: Invitation

After lunch, as the last bite of dessert was scraped clean from Dylan’s plate, Ric stood and stretched his arms with a soft grunt.

"I’ll handle the dishes," he offered, already gathering the plates before Cammy could object. "You all should start packing, we’ve got a long drive ahead."

Cammy gave him a grateful smile and nodded, gently taking Dylan’s hand and walking back to the bedroom, the nanny trailing behind them.

Inside her room, Cammy placed her suitcase and a duffle bag on the bed, unzipping them with practiced ease. She pulled open her closet and began selecting clothes—casual wear, swimsuits, sunhats, light linen dresses.

But as she reached for her phone to check the weather at Pearl Resort, a name flashed across the screen in her mind like a ghost tapping her shoulder. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

’Felicity.’

Her hands stilled. Her heart twisted with a familiar tightness, an ache she’d pushed aside all day.

She hesitated, her fingers hovering above the screen. Part of her didn’t want to know, didn’t want to hear the answer—but another part, the deeper, more vulnerable one, needed to. This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a milestone in a life she had fought to rebuild.

And Felicity... she had been there for so much of it.

Swallowing the knot in her throat, Cammy tapped the screen. The phone rang once... twice...

Then, [Cammy, dear!] Felicity’s voice chimed, warm and gentle as always. [I was planning to call you tonight after work. I’m so glad you called first.]

Cammy smiled faintly, her eyes dropping to the soft folds of a blouse she was holding. "Hi, Felicity. I hope I’m not interrupting anything?"

[Not at all, love.]

Cammy sat at the edge of her bed, her voice softer now. "I know Ric already told you that we’re getting married... at your resort. And I know he said you’d get back to us about the invitation. But..." Her voice faltered, emotion catching in her chest.

"I kept thinking about it. You know how much you mean to me. You’re more than a friend of the family, Felicity... you’re like my second mom."

She exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper. "So I guess what I wanted to say is... please come. Please be there. I really want you to be."

There was silence on the other end, thick and heavy, and then a quiet, pained sigh.

[Oh, dear...] Felicity murmured. Another pause. A longer one. [Cammy, thank you for saying that. I feel the same way. You’re the daughter I never had... and Ric is like a son to me. You both are family. But... I have to decline. I’m sorry.]

Cammy’s heart sank. Her mouth opened, but no words came. She waited, hoping Felicity would explain—but the silence that followed spoke volumes. There was more to it, something unspoken... something Cammy could feel, but couldn’t name.

Still, she swallowed her pride and pushed a smile into her voice. "I see. I understand. But... just in case you change your mind, we’ve reserved a seat for you anyway. It’s your resort after all," she added with a soft chuckle, trying to mask the sting.

Felicity laughed gently, but it was tinged with sadness. [Of course. If anything changes, I’ll let you know.]

"Oh, and yes," Cammy added, "We’re heading there tonight. Given everything going on, we thought it was best."

[Good. You all need the break. Use my villa while you’re there—everything in it is yours. I’ll let Ellie know you’re coming.]

Cammy’s voice cracked slightly with gratitude. "Thanks so much, Felicity. I really appreciate it."

[Take care, love. Talk soon.]

As the call ended, Cammy slowly lowered her phone, staring at it for a moment as if the screen held answers it refused to give. A long sigh escaped her lips. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of unspoken questions.

"I just wish she was there..." she whispered to herself.

She set the phone aside and stood, returning to her packing—but her hands moved mechanically, her thoughts still circling like restless birds.

Why?

Why would Felicity, someone who meant so much to both her and Ric, choose to stay away from such an important day?

Even if it was rushed—wasn’t being there more important?

Cammy blinked back the tightness rising behind her eyes and shook her head, silently scolding herself. ’Focus. There’s work to be done.’

But the ache lingered like a bruise pressed too hard—small, quiet, and deep.

A soft knock came at Cammy’s door, followed by Ric’s familiar voice. "Hey, just finished the dishes. Anything else you need help with?"

Cammy turned from her suitcase, her expression softening at the sound of his voice. "Actually, yes," she replied, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "You could carry my suitcase and duffle bag out to the living room. I need to check on Dylan and the nanny before we go."

Ric stepped in and nodded, already reaching for the bags. "Consider it done," he said with a grin before wheeling the suitcase out.

Cammy took one last look at her bedroom—the neatly folded clothes on the bed now packed, her perfume still lingering in the air. She stepped out and made her way to Dylan’s room, where she found him giddily chattering to his nanny about the resort, the pool, and how he planned to eat two scoops of every ice cream flavor available.

"Mommy!" he called out with excitement, "Are we leaving now?"

Cammy laughed and ruffled his hair gently. "Almost, sweetie. Just making sure everything’s ready." She double-checked his bag—books, toys, medicines, extra clothes, and of course, his favorite pillow.

An hour later, after ensuring every appliance was unplugged, every window locked, and everything they needed was accounted for, they were on the road.

The sun had already begun its descent, casting golden streaks across the sky as Ric drove them through the quiet city streets. Eventually, they pulled into the private driveway of Ric’s luxurious penthouse building.

"I’ll be quick," Ric said, "I just need to grab a couple of things. Most of the stuff I need is already in my villa at the resort."

Cammy nodded. "Okay, we’ll wait here."

But before she could turn her head toward the back seat to check on Dylan, Ric looked at her, his gaze more serious than before.

"No—actually, I need you to come up with me. Just for a minute. There’s something I want to ask you... and I need your opinion on it."

Cammy blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. "What kind of something?"

Ric didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched slightly, and he avoided her eyes, as if weighing whether to say more. Then he opened the driver’s door and stepped out.

"You’ll understand when you see it," he said over his shoulder.

A strange feeling coiled in Cammy’s chest—curiosity mixed with unease. Something in Ric’s voice wasn’t casual.

She quickly told Dylan and the nanny to wait, then slipped out of the car and followed Ric into the building.

As the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open into the polished hallway of his penthouse, Cammy’s heart beat just a little faster. It is her first time stepping into her penthouse after all.