Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 131

"What do you mean? Wasn't it because you just had a kidney donation surgery, and your health was so poor that you were forced to terminate it?"

Nellie's face twisted into a dark, sinister smile. "You're really full of yourself. Cameron, the real reason is... she was your child. I couldn't stand the thought of her carrying your filthy blood. I was worried she'd inherit your bad genes... and even more terrified that she'd keep me tied to you forever, like a stubborn piece of gum on my shoe."

Cameron felt a chill run down his spine, his self-delusions crumbling under Nellie's blunt words. His voice shook uncontrollably. "Nellie, did you really hate me that much from the start?"

"If you weren't so arrogant, you'd have realized long ago that I don't have an ounce of affection left for you."

Cameron's breath caught in his throat. His mind was reeling, struggling to process the gravity of her words. "Nellie... I only took one kidney from you. And it was a donation you volunteered for. You can't hold that against me."

Nellie rolled her eyes. "Cameron, I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming myself. I was blind, both in heart and mind, for not seeing through your deceitful facade."

The word "deceit" hit Cameron like a punch to the gut. He hadn't expected her to see him as such a lowlife.

Cameron scrambled to explain, "Nellie, you've got it all wrong. I married you with honest intentions. As long as you don't file for divorce, you'll always be my wife ... my promise stands."

"Your wife" Nellie laughed bitterly. "This so-called Mrs. Dawson is the biggest joke in town. I'm tagged with the Dawson family name but without the perks-no luxury, no comfort of a shared bed. Even when I was sick and needed money, I had to go through your assistant. Cameron, did you ever truly see me as your wife?"

Cameron's face flushed with shame.

"Nel, I admit I was thoughtless. From now on, I'll give you a credit card and a monthly allowance. You won't have to go through Matt anymore..."

"Cameron, it's too late." Nellie's voice turned sharp. "You know how maddening it is to be stuck with someone you don't love."

Cameron felt an emptiness creeping through his veins but pressed on. "Nellie, we won't get divorced. I'll make it up to you..." Tears glinted in Nellie's eyes. "Cameron, I'll make you beg me for a divorce."

Nellie hung up.

To her, Cameron was nothing but an enemy. There was no chance she'd reconcile or help his company out of its mess.

A sly, wicked smile crept across Nellie's face. She opened her laptop, compiled her divorce saga with videos and photos, and posted it all over social media with the caption: [A marriage rotten to the core, should've ended ages ago...] With a sense of finality, she hit send. Then, she shut off her phone, climbed into bed, and slept like a baby.

Cameron had tossed and turned all night, plagued by insomnia. It was well past noon when he finally woke up, jolted by a sharp slap. His eyes flew open to replace his family gathered around his bed, their faces etched with seriousness. Cameron frowned, puzzled. "What are you all doing here?"

"Oh, Cameron, how can you be sleeping at a time like this? Do you have any idea what's happening? It's like the world is ending," Kristina said, panic evident in her voice.

"What happened?" A sense of dread washed over Cameron as he picked up on Kristina's urgency.

His sister's voice trembled, "Cam, you need to check today's trending topics."