Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron locked Nathalie away.

He thought that by keeping Nathalie locked away, he'd finally find some peace. But when he looked into her eyes, eyes that seemed like they belonged to vengeful spirits from long-forgotten tales, he lost his nerve.

He couldn't bring himself to meet Nathalie's gaze. His head bowed, and his body was trembling. "Nathalie, why do you push me to hurt you? I don't want to hurt you anymore."This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathalie's were bloodshot, and her expression danced between a laugh and a sob. "Cameron, do you know why I loathe you so?"

With trembling resolve, Cameron lifted his head. His eyes were red as he searched for answers on Nathalie's face. Why had the kind, loving Nathalie turned into this vengeful spirit? "Why?" he asked, a flicker of hope in his voice.

Nathalie looked up, tears glistening as they fell. "You love Greta, and I respected and blessed your love. But if she was your true love, why did you get involved with me? If you didn't love me, why did you marry me? Do you even understand what you did? I grew up without my parents' love, but I had faith in love itself. I thought it was okay if my dad didn't love me or my mom didn't care because I didn't choose them. But romantic love? That I could choose. My husband would be the one who loved me most because that would be my choice..."

Nathalie's voice cracked with grief. "But you, you shattered my belief in this world. You've made every day a new kind of hell."

Cameron sank to his knees, his eyes brimming with regret. "I'm sorry, Nathalie. If I could go back, I'd never have been with you."

Nathalie's laugh was cold. "Your apologies are worthless. If I make Greta sad, my existence is just a mistake to you. Cameron, you might as well kill me. Without me, you and Greta could have your happy ending. If you don't, I'll make sure your lives are a living hell." Cameron, utterly broken, pleaded with Nathalie, "What can I do to make you let go?"

Nathalie coolly replied, "Unless... our daughter could come back."

Cameron shook, his mouth unable to form words. This was the second time Nathalie mentioned their daughter, but she lost the baby early on, and they never knew its gender. Why did she keep insisting it was a girl?

"Nathalie, you must be ill. Let me get you to a therapist," Cameron said, clinging to the only explanation he could muster.

Nathalie just sneered. "Cameron, I'm

I'm

not the sick one. You are stupidly blind for blindly loving a murderer who took your daughter's life. You're the real fool here."

Cameron slumped to the floor. "No, Greta isn't the wicked girl you say she is."

He paused, realization dawning. "Nathalie, are you trying to mess with my mind? Don't bother. I won't believe you."

Nathalie scoffed. "Cameron, where's Timeless Cycle? You haven't touched it in ages, have you?"

Cameron was startled. "How do you know?"

"Because if you had, you'd have seen the truth by now," Nathalie said, shutting her eyes and turning away.

A heavy unease settled over Cameron. It felt like some truths were creeping closer, ready to swallow him whole. Downstairs, chaos erupted with the sound of a scuffle.

Kristina screamed at Greta. Her

voice was sharp and furious. "You bitch, killyou! How dare you mess with my son? You'll ruin him. You shameless bitch, go to hell