Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 367

Nathan stayed quiet, stepping out of the car gently as he opened the door for Nellie. "I heard this place has special magic," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "If there's an afterlife, maybe you and your daughter can find each other again here. What do you think?" It dawned on Nellie then that Nathan knew about her daughter's death. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Thank you," she whispered.

As soon as the words left her lips, she collapsed backward. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.

Nathan reached for her wrist, the horror settling in as he realized she had taken her own life.

His scream of despair pierced the air. "No-Nellie-how could you leave this world behind?"

"You still had me," he choked out. "I'm your Nathan."

Nathan laid Nellie to rest beside Nina, marking their graves with a headstone.

The energy that once fueled Timeless Cycle seemed to flicker out, leaving only darkness where there had been light.

Cameron jolted awake, a violent cough bringing up blood. His face looked as though it had been smeared with something vile, shadowed, and grim. He sat there, unmoving, his eyes as empty as a forgotten well.

It was hard to say how long it took before his voice, barely a whisper, broke the quiet. "This can't be real... This can't be real... Greta can't be so heartless..."

the flood of emotions, crashing through him as he yelled,

over until his face was a patchwork of bruises. But he couldn't

his dream replayed in his mind like a haunting reel. He wanted to believe it was all a lie, but every detail felt as real as a memory as if long-buried truths had

Nellie vanished overseas without a word after donating a kidney? Why did her warmth towards him

Nathalie, and why was Nathan

she harbor such hatred for him, wishing him

...

he was beginning to

it possible Nellie

and the sorrow

was all

he was the punchline of a cruel joke. He had mistaken a heartless, two-faced, venomous wolf for a wise, kind, gentle, and playful soul, who

ever fallen for

his phone rang. The once-beloved ringtone now stirred a sickness in him. He

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