My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 239: Her Chosen Family

The warm glow of the weekend sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of Cammy’s apartment, casting a soft light on the floor.

The air was already filled with the gentle hum of movement—pots clinking, chairs scraping, and the faint chatter of early risers eager to begin the day.

Cammy had woken up before sunrise, her mind restless but her heart lighter than it had been in the last few days.

Today was a fresh beginning—she could feel it in her bones. She’d taken a quick shower, thrown on a cozy shirt, and tied her hair into a loose bun just as the knock came at the door.

It was Eve, still dressed in pajamas and a hoodie, her hair in a wild braid, grinning sleepily but excited. "I brought boxes," she whispered as she walked in, raising them like trophies.

Just a few minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Moore arrived with a knock and a warm hug for Cammy. Mr. Moore was carrying a crate of newspapers and some boxes as well.

"I heard from Ric that we’re having a little breakfast party here," Mr. Moore chuckled. "I thought it would be good to show you my new dishes while we eat."

"Same here," his wife chimed in. "I want to tell you all about the herbs I’m planting for the rooftop and terrace plant boxes. Now that the renovations are done, it’s the perfect time to start growing again."

Then, like clockwork, the doorbell rang again—this time Ric, looking radiant in a casual button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, holding a box of pastries in one arm and a drink carrier with coffee in the other.

"These are from one of my franchise cafés," he announced as everyone gathered near the kitchen island. "Fresh-baked and roasted this morning. I hope you all like them."

He handed out the coffee cups like a seasoned barista—Cammy’s had an extra shot of espresso and a note written in marker: For the queen of multitasking. She tried not to blush.

The table was soon covered with croissants, Danish pastries, spinach-and-cheese rolls, and little paper cups filled with granola and berries. Everyone helped themselves as laughter and stories began to fill the air.

Cassey and Dylan, still in pajamas, wandered to the table, yawning and blinking as if the sun was too much for their sleepy eyes. Dylan leaned against Cammy’s side, clutching his stuffed dog, while Cassey nestled into Eve’s shoulder, half-asleep and chewing on a flaky croissant.

"Oh, I can’t wait to start gardening again," Mrs. Moore said between sips of chamomile tea. "I’ll be planting thyme, basil, mint, and rosemary. The architect really did a marvelous job. The way the sunlight hits the planters—it’s perfect."

"Yeah," Mr. Moore added, leaning forward excitedly. "And thanks to Ric’s lessons, I’ve added four new dishes to my menu! Can’t wait to test them out. The way he cooked that seafood noodles? My god, I could smell it for days."

Eve, who had been quietly enjoying her cinnamon roll, looked up at Ric with a sparkle in her eyes. "You know," she began thoughtfully, "I think it’s time for you to have your own culinary school.

I mean, you already have so many restaurants. You are a famous celebrity chef. Why not start a training academy? Your students can work in your restaurants afterward—saves time and training cost."

Ric paused mid-bite, his eyes lighting up like she’d just handed him the blueprint of his next empire.

"Gosh," he said, grinning, "why didn’t I think of that before? That’s brilliant. I could partner with local communities, bring in passionate cooks, and shape them into professionals—chefs, baristas, pastry artists. I will definitely do that."

Cammy watched him with a small, proud smile. She had not seen this side of him before... excited, charming, and kind—a dreamer with drive, a man who turned ideas into gold.

She looked around at the room filled with people—her found family. Her son, her closest friend, her quirky neighbors, and a man who saw her not as a burden, but as someone who he treasures.

She leaned back in her chair, Dylan snuggled against her side, and closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to feel the peace of this quiet, golden morning. freewebnσvel.cøm

After a warm and laughter-filled breakfast, the apartment slowly quieted as one by one, everyone began to take their leave.

Mr. and Mrs. Moore offered parting hugs and thanked Ric for a sumptuous breakfast.

Eve and Cassey, who was still groggy, waved sleepily as they left together, Eve carrying the leftovers in her Tupperware like treasure.

Once the door closed behind them, Cammy stood still for a moment, breathing in the now peaceful air of her apartment. The walls still echoed with the happy noise of her chosen family. But now it was time to move forward.

Ric, rolling up his sleeves–metaphorically, turned to Dylan with a warm smile. "Alright, champ. Let’s get your things ready for the big move back to the rooftop apartment, shall we?"

Dylan nodded, still a little sleepy but excited.

As Ric helped Dylan carefully fold his clothes and organize his books into a small box, Dylan’s nanny went into the kitchen, methodically packing the kitchenware, wiping down the counters, and organizing what needed to be moved into the newly renovated apartment.

Cammy quietly slipped into her bedroom. The room was filled with sunlight, her safe haven through many storms. She opened her closet and reached into the top shelf, pulling down a small, delicate wooden box. Inside was the urn holding the ashes of her twins.

She sat on the bed, cradling the urn in her hands, her heart swelling with quiet grief and tender love.

"I promise," she whispered, voice trembling. "I won’t lose Dylan. I’ll fight for him with everything I have. And I promise to protect your new sibling with all my strength."

A tear slid down her cheek as she gently stroked the urn. "I’ll take care of myself this time—physically, mentally. I won’t break again. I’ll be better, stronger. For Dylan... and for this little one growing inside me."

She rested the urn gently inside a velvet-lined box, wrapping it carefully in a blanket before placing it inside the bigger box that Eve had brought.

As she stood, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. This time, she wasn’t moving alone. She was taking the memories of her lost children, the laughter of her living son, and the quiet, steady hope of new life with her.

And that was the only thing that she needed to have strength in facing everything going on with her life.