Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron wore a stern expression as he dropped Nathalie and Nathan back at their place. Nathalie was living in a stylish single-family townhouse in the heart of the city, thanks to Nathan.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Seeing the expensive villa, Cameron couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. He had once been the high-flying prince of the Capital, while Nathalie was just a stray he had taken in. He always believed she should remain less fortunate than him forever. But here was Nathalie, having clawed her way to a better life through sheer hard work. Meanwhile, he had lost everything he once held dear.

This role reversal and the widening gap between them left Cameron with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Cameron attempted to salvage his pride and downplayed Nathalie's success. "Is this the place you're renting? It's in a great location but a bit on the small side, isn't it?" Nathan shot back without missing a beat, "This is Nathalie's place, and she bought it with her own money. No matter the size, it's better than mooching off someone else." Cameron was taken aback; he hadn't imagined Nathalie could afford such a nice place on her own.

Having used Cameron for what she needed, Nathalie was ready to cut ties. She helped the tipsy Nathan inside and casually tossed a quick "Goodbye" over her shoulder. As Nathalie and Nathan leaned on each other and walked away, Cameron's eyes darkened.

Just then, Nathan turned back, flashing Cameron a smug grin. He was a pro at rubbing salt in the wound.

Inside, Nathalie settled Nathan on the couch. He gazed up at her with a puppy-dog look, scrutinizing her face. "Nathalie, why were you with him?"

Nathalie brewed him a cup of lemon-ginger tea to help sober him up, then sat beside him, explaining, "I just bumped into him on my way home." Nathan cautioned, "Nathalie, he's bad news. Stay away from him."

Nathalie muttered, "If I wasn't worried about you and rushed home, I wouldn't have gotten in his car."

The worry lines on Nathan's face eased. "Nathalie, just call me wherever you are, and I'll come get you."

Nathalie replied, "You've been drinking. How can you drive?"

Nathan lifted his hand. "Starting today, I'm quitting."

Nathalie chuckled. "Good."

The air was light, but there were undercurrents beneath the surface. Nathan always felt a niggle of unease. Every time Nathalie spoke of Cameron, it was with a hint of anger.

When would she be able to mention Cameron without a fuss? That would mean she had truly moved on.

Meanwhile, Cameron returned

home, feeling downcast. He parked his car switched off the and sat there, chain-smoking, without motivation to head inside.

For the first time, life seemed directionless.

He had spent his life fighting for Greta. He had gone against his

world. And in the end, he lost

family, his marriage, and the entire

He had never asked himself if it was all worth it. But now, that question lingered in his mind.

Was it worth it?

Greta's calls kept coming, and he finally picked up on the last one.

On the other end, she sobbed like a child. "Cameron, why won't you answer my calls? Why aren't you coming home? Where have you been?"