Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Nellie turned to leave after she spoke, but Cameron suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her wrist with a grip so

tight that she gasped in pain. "Nellie, where do you think you're going? You have to chwith me."

Nellie's gaze turned icy as she looked down at his hand. Cameron never handled her with care, even though he

knew how easily her delicate skin bruised and bled.

Her resentful gtare made Cameron realize he'd gone too far, and he released Greta's hand. "I'm sorry. | lost my

cool," he said, trying to regain his usual air of refinement. Nellie shook out her sore wrist and looked at him with

a blank expression. "Cameron, just letgo."

A flicker of pain crossed Cameron's eyes. There was a twhen Nellie looked at him with such warmth and love,

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and now she seemed so distant. What happened? With a commanding tone, Cameron said, "Nellie, you're my

wife. How could I not care about you?"

Nellie let out a bitter chuckle. "Oh, you suddenly find it amusing to torment me. Or maybe you're bored with

her?" She nodded towards Greta with blatant disdain.

Greta felt a chill run through her veins at those words. "Cameron..." she uttered weakly, her voice heavy with

despair.

Cameron turned to see Greta, who looked fragile and forlorn like the last pedal about to fall from its stem, her

eyes full of sorrow. Panic seized him as if he'd been stung; he quickly let go of Nellie and rushed to Greta's side.

"Greta..." Tears welled up in Greta's eyes as she looked at Nellie, pleading, "Nel, I've already given up Cameron

for you. Why are you still being so petty? Why do you denythe simple wish of just being friends with him?"

"Nel, you're my sister. Why are you being so cruel? Do you wantto be alone forever? If you hatethat

much, you might as well end my suffering..."

Nellie watched Greta, speechless. The one who cries the loudest always gets the sympathy.

Whenever Greta cried, Nellie was scolded by everyone her husband, her dad, and her mom. Even though she

was the one suffering, Greta always played the victim so well that everyone saw Nellie as the villain. And here

they were again, the splay unfolding.

Greta's agitation made her breathless for a moment, and Cameron, full of concern, gently patted her back,

soothing her with an almost tender care.

Cameron then shot Nellie a sharp glare, silently blaming her. "Nellie, how can you talk to your sister like that?

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Apologize to her."

Nellie, barely containing her disbelief, snapped back, "If you two want to flaunt your love, maybe you've got the

wrong audience."

Here she was, the wife, while this unfaithful man and his shameless mistress acted out their tragic romance. It

was nauseating.

Cameron's face twisted as if he'd swallowed something bitter. "Nellie, | know my closeness with your sister upset

you. Don't worry. Once she's better, I'll keep my distance. We can work things out." Nellie felt a sharp frustration.

"Cameron, there's no way we're working anything out unless... you clear out all the girls around you."

They were beyond repair.

However, if Cameron insisted on clinging to her, she'd make it difficult for him. At least it would give him some

sleepless nights. She needed to distance herself from this toxic pair and take care of herself.