Chapter 76
It seemed like Nellie had to pull off something to really nail down those cheating accusations against him. So, she grabbed her phone, dashed to the guest room plopped down on the bed, and snapped a bunch of photos. Then, she arranged them neatly in a grid and posted them where only Greta could see
Caption. Big thanks to my hubby for the room makeover. So romantic. I’m loving it.
With that done, she headed back to her room, waiting for Greta to make her move
Greta was a piece of work, acting all saintly on the outside but sly as a fox on the inside. Greta thought Cameron was head over heels for her, so she never bothered to compete openly. But when it came to her own interests, Greta was as tight–fisted as they came.
Now that Nellie was back, she was ready to stir things up.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before Greta was texting her frantically: [Nel, did you really go back to the Dawson family home?]
llie could practically see Greta fuming through the screen. She decided to poke the bear a bit more. [Yep, Cameron wants us to enjoy our life together]
The chat went silent for a while.
Nellie smirked. ‘Can’t handle it, huh? Just giving you a bit of her own medicine!
Then Greta’s texts came pouring in like a tidal wave: [Nel, Cameron doesn’t love you. A loveless marriage won’t last. You should bow out gracefully and find someone else.]
Nellie replied nonchalantly: [Love is the most overrated thing. As long as I’m Mrs. Dawson, I’ve got all the perks–care, cash, fame, status. I’m not about to throw all that away.]
Greta was getting heated: [Why are you so stubborn? Nellie, without a strong background, the Dawson family won’t accept you.]
Nellie’s grip on her phone tightened slightly: [We’re cut from the same cloth, Greta. We both have a mom who’s unwell and a dad who ditched us. If the Dawsons won’t accept me, do you really think they’ll accept you?]
Greta shot back: [I’ll prove that the Dawson family will welcome me.]
Nellie replied coolly: [I’ll be waiting then.]
Now that she had successfully stoked Greta’s jealousy, Nellie tossed her phone aside, leaving Greta stew in her own storm.
That night, Nellie slept like a baby.
The next morning, she slept in, took her time freshening up, and strolled downstairs.
In the living room, Cameron was on the couch, eyes soft as he looked at his phone, but his smile vanished the second he spotted Nellie.
Nellie didn’t bat an eye and headed straight to the dining room, only to find her breakfast missing. She turned to Cameron. “Where’s my breakfast?”
“Nellie, as my wife, you shouldn’t be sleeping in,” Cameron said curtly. “Mom tossed your breakfast. You can skip a meal and learn a lesson.”
Nellie let out a small huff, “I’ll take care of my own stomach.”
She grabbed some eggs from the fridge, set up the juicer, picked the ripest fruits, and made a mini feast for herself, relishing every bite. Cameron watched her with an intense gaze.
“Two years abroad, and the only thing you picked up was how to live it up,” he said, his voice laced with disdain.
