Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 59

Cameron stood at the door for what felt like forever, his face set in a permanent scowl. Eventually, he had no choice but to head back home to the Capital with Greta in tow.

After shaking off the travel fatigue, Cameron returned home. But instead of going to the Dawson family's sprawling mansion, he opted for the smallest of his properties-the modest apartment that had once been his and Nellie's home.

This place was just 960 square feet, which was a decent spot for anyone else in that area. But as the heir to the Dawson family, with billions in assets and countless luxurious estates, choosing this as their home was a clear sign of how little he thought of Nellie. Back then, Cameron figured that for a girl who'd grown up without love and was used to surviving by scrounging around, the life he offered was a gift.

She used to seem so content.

But when did she start wanting to break free from the illusion he'd crafted for her?

Cameron sat by the window, a cigarette in hand, lost in memories that washed over him like waves.

"Honey, it's our anniversary today. Can you come home early, please?" Nellie would always cautiously watch for his reaction.

"I'm tied up today."

"Is it something at work?" she asked, her voice trembling as she tried to mask her disappointment.

"No, I need to spend time with your sister."

me, please?" She clung to his wrist, desperation in her

her off. "You can celebrate on your

dead of night, barely flinching at the leftovers in the trash. From that day on, she never cooked

some documents to a client, and she ended up rear-ending someone on the highway, with the car breaking down halfway. She called him, crying, "Honey, I got into an accident." His first thought was about the documents not reaching the client on time, and he snapped at

"You didn't even

better off dead,"

pleaded, "Can

could finish, Greta's voice chimed in, "Cameron,

up, Greta."

rudely ended the call. "Handle

a feather brushing against his heart. Back then, Nellie was barely out of her teens, inexperienced and probably overwhelmed by these incidents. As her husband, he hadn't

now, and why she found

wasn't how it was

looked

as her

respector and treated him

She was grateful

hime

everything he'd given het

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