Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 196

In her past life, she lost her daughter at a young age, and Cameron and Greta had left her physically and emotionally shattered, making her feel older than her years. After her daughter passed, she had no desire to continue living. She dragged her weary, broken body She passed away at her lowest point, only to be reborn right when Cameron's betrayal was at its peak. He'd tricked her into donating a kidney, took advantage of her innocence without love, and even forced her into surgery while pregnant. Any kindness he showed was just a cover for his manipulation, and it was her mistake not to see through his lies.

through life until she chose a dignified end.

Now, she was given a second chance and wished she could make him pay.

"Cameron, you're my punishment, and I'm yours. We're both stuck in this unbreakable cycle. Just accept what fate has in store," Nathalie said and walked away, sunglasses on, exuding cool confidence. Cameron watched her leave, muttering, "She's insane."

He truly believed he'd been fair and caring to Nathalie. Her revenge seemed to him a petty overreaction and was unrelated to anything he'd done. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that meeting her again was his own bad luck.

Out of nowhere, Patrick called him in a panic. As soon as Cameron picked up, Patrick's frantic voice blared through. "Cameron, something's happened to Greta. Get to the hospital right away."

"What happened?" Cameron asked, flustered.

Patrick was seething, "Isn't this your doing?"

had always been respectful to his son-in-law, was now livid, signaling that Cameron must have

had

Patrick, seeing him, was so furious he

If I messed

eyes were red with anger and practically glowing. He hurled Greta's phone at Cameron. "Take a look and tell me if I'm

up the

open to Nathalie's social media page: The latest post showed him and her together. His gaze was

QUMS

just bumped into Nathalie and asked her about some things that

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clutching his head in despair. "Explain it to Greta, not me. She saw

felt both

powerless, whispering to himself

how could

conclusions without knowing the