Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

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Chapter 59

Cameron stood at the door for what felt like forever, his face set in a permanent scowl. Eventually, he had no

choice but to head back hto the Capital with Greta in tow.

After shaking off the travel fatigue, Cameron returned home. But instead of going to the Dawson family's

sprawling mansion, he opted for the smallest of his properties-the modest apartment that had once been his and

Nellie's home.

This place was just 960 square feet, which was a decent spot for anyone else in that area. But as the heir to the

Dawson family, with billions in assets and countless luxurious estates, choosing this as their hwas a clear

sign of how little he thought of Nellie. Back then, Cameron figured that for a girl who'd grown up without love

and was used to surviving by scrounging around, the life he offered was a gift.

She used to seem so content.

But when did she start wanting to break free from the illusion he'd crafted for her?

Cameron sat by the window, a cigarette in hand, lost in memories that washed over him like waves.

"Honey, it's our anniversary today. Can you chearly, please?" Nellie would always cautiously watch for

his reaction.

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"I'm tied up today."

"Is it something at work?" she asked, her voice trembling as she tried to mask her disappointment.

"No, | need to spend twith your sister."

"Honey, just for today, could you be with me, please?" She clung to his wrist, desperation in her grip.

He shrugged her off. "You can celebrate on your own."

He returned hin the dead of night, barely flinching at the leftovers in the trash. From that day on, she never

cooked for him again. Whenever he chhungry, the maid was the one to prepare his meals.

Then there was that tright after she got her driver's license. He had her deliver sdocuments to a client,

and she ended up rear-ending someone on the highway, with the car breaking down halfway. She called him,

crying, "Honey, | got into an accident." His first thought was about the documents not reaching the client on

time, and he snapped at her, "Nellie, can't you get anything right?"

Nellie's voice cracked with tears. "You didn't even ask if | was hurt."

"You're better off dead," he retorted.

Nellie pleaded, "Can you help me..."

Before she could finish, Greta's voice chimed in, "Cameron, I'm thirsty."

"I'm coming right up, Greta." Cameron's voice turned gentle.

Then, he rudely ended the call. "Handle your own mess."

Looking back, Cameron felt a pang of guilt, like a feather brushing against his heart. Back then, Nellie was barely

out of her teens, inexperienced and probably overwhelmed by these incidents. As her husband, he hadn't been

her rock

Is that why she'd becso independent now, and why she found the courage to leave him?

Cameron shook his head. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Nellie had always looked up to him.

as her

respector and treated him

She was grateful

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everything he'd given het

Her shift happened after she went through hypnotherapy...

It was the therapist who changed Nellie.

Cameron picked up his phone and made a call. Matt's voice soon cthrough. "Yes, sir?"

"Find someone for me. He was

Nellie's therapist. Spare no expenet

to bring

him here," Cameron's voice chilling.

"Understood, sir."

And so, the search began.

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