Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 75

Cameron's face was as frosty as an ice sculpture. The feeling of humiliation was overwhelming. How could someone with nothing to her name, a beggar essentially, choose to leave him? She preferred to walk away empty-handed rather than stay with him. The thought made Cameron feel hot with rage. "Nellie, I'm not agreeing to a divorce," Cameron shouted, slamming the phone down in anger.

Feeling defeated, Nellie slumped into the corner of the sofa, utterly dejected. She reached for her phone and posted on various forums, seeking advice on how to divorce a cheating husband who refused to let her go. The thread quickly filled with responses. Amidst the sea of opinions, a couple of comments stood out with sharp clarity. One read, [If he loves his mistress, your job's easier. Pretend to be lovey-dovey with him, and I bet the mistress will lose her cool and start a fight. Let her push him towards divorcing you. Wouldn't that be sweet revenge?]

Another suggested, [If he still won't budge, go all Sherlock Holmes on him. Get close enough to gather dirt on his cheating ways, then use it against him. He would be worried about all his family wealth. You think he wouldn't prefer a quiet divorce then?] Nellie felt a light bulb go off in her head. That night, she packed her bags and headed over to the Dawson house.

When Cameron saw her, he was first shocked, then angry. "Nellie, why are you back?"

replied calmly, "Since you won't agree to a divorce, we're still husband and wife. Shouldn't we live

couldn't help but smirk, "Nellie, are you playing games now? I respected you for bringing up

into the house. Her disdain for him ran deep,

on the third floor meant for a maid or guest. Cameron liked his peace, so the floor was mostly empty. Cameron followed her into the guest room, bewildered. "What's this?

you really want me

He didn't understand his own feelings.Nellie's closeness annoyed him, yet

could stay in the room next to mine. It's bigger and brighter," he

she'd passed, decorated like a pink fairy-tale castle. It was clearly set up for Greta. Smiling, she said, "That room's a bit