Chapter 196
In her past life, she lost her daughter at a young age, and Cameron and Greta had left her physically and emotionally shattered, making her feel older than her years. After her daughter passed, she had no desire to continue living. She dragged her weary, broken body through life until she chose a dignified end.
She passed away at her lowest point, only to be reborn right when Cameron’s betrayal was at its peak. He’d tricked her into donating a kidney, took advantage of her innocence without love, and even forced her into surgery while pregnant. Any kindness he showed was just a cover for his manipulation, and it was her mistake not to see through his lies.
Now, she was given a second chance and wished she could make him pay.
“Cameron, you’re my punishment, and I’m yours. We’re both stuck in this unbreakable cycle. Just accept what fate has in store,” Nathalie said and walked away, sunglasses on, exuding cool confidence.
Cameron watched her leave, muttering, “She’s insane.”
He truly believed he’d been fair and caring to Nathalie. Her revenge seemed to him a petty overreaction and was unrelated to anything he’d done. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that meeting her again was his own bad luck.
Out of nowhere, Patrick called him in a panic. As soon as Cameron picked up, Patrick’s frantic voice blared through. “Cameron, something’s happened to Greta. Get to the hospital right away.”
“What happened?” Cameron asked, flustered.
Patrick was seething, “Isn’t this your doing?”
Patrick, who had always been respectful to his son–in–law, was now livid, signaling that Cameron must have seriously messed up.
But what had he done?
He rushed to the hospital, where Patrick, seeing him, was so furious he nearly kicked him.
Cameron said, “Please calm down. If I messed up, at least explain it to me.”
Patrick’s eyes were red with anger and practically glowing. He hurled Greta’s phone at Cameron. “Take a look and tell me if I’m wrong.” Cameron picked up the phone, which was open to Nathalie’s social media page. The latest post showed him and her together. His gaze was soft and dreamy, hers playful and wise, and they looked surprisingly in sync.
Cameron defended himself, “Patrick, you’re mistaken. I just bumped into Nathalie and asked her about some things that were bugging me. I had no clue she was taking a photo.”
Patrick slumped to the ground, clutching his head in despair. “Explain it to Greta, not me. She saw the photo and got so worked up she fainted.”
Cameron felt both heartbroken and powerless, whispering to himself, “Greta, how could you jump to conclusions without knowing the truth? How could you not trust me at all?”
Patrick was beside himself. “She loves you so much. How could she not be jealous? Especially since Nellie is your ex–wife.”
Nellie?
A sudden realization struck Cameron. He quickly checked his phone and logged into his alternate account but couldn’t find Nathalie’s recent post.
So, was Nathalie’s post directed at Greta alone?
It was all a setup.
Cameron looked at Patrick, bewildered, “Did she craft this whole scheme?”
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