Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 221

The shake-up at Dawson International sent shockwaves across the internet, and the digital world buzzed with juicy gossip about Cameron.

[Mr. Cameron was caught in a scandalous affair, tarnishing his reputation. Dawson International was left with no choice but to drop this once rising star.]

[Spotted: Mr. Cameron at the hospital tending to his mistress-turned-ailing wife!]

[Mr. Cameron, now the black sheep of the family.]

[Once a high-flying CEO, now reduced to scarfing down takeout as an extra in a show!]

Cameron became the target of online ridicule. Even though he was too busy to keep up with his phone, he couldn't ignore the obvious looks from those around him. Their eyes were full of pity and disdain.

He caught snippets of their whispers, "Look, there's the guy all over the internet. He dumped his devoted wife for a fling. Serves him right. He's getting what he deserves. Now his family has turned their backs on him, and he's hiding out like a scared turtle." Cameron had never faced such humiliation. He shot a fierce glare at the person, but his dignity, much like his dwindling assets, had all but disappeared.

They weren't intimidated by him. Instead, they met his gaze with mocking smirks.

Eventually, Cameron retreated, defeated.

Without him realizing it, the sky had begun to rumble with thunder and lightning. A torrential downpour cascaded from the sky, so heavy that people on the streets dashed for cover.

Cameron stood in the rain, unmoving. As the rain soaked through him, it seemed to wash away some of the sting in his heart. He kept asking himself: how did things end up this way?

Once a golden boy, a whirlwind romance had dragged him into the depths of despair.

Before he knew it, Cameron found himself at Nathalie's doorstep. He stared at the closed door, and memories from a few years back flooded his mind before the divorce and before he pressured her into donating a kidney to Greta. Back then, just stepping within ten feet of the door would have Nathalie rushing out to greet him, beaming.

She'd wrap him in a big hug and gently take his coat and bag, always so caring and considerate.

But back then, his heart was too caught up with Greta, and he took Nathalie's kindness for granted.

Ever since the kidney donation, she had grown more distant. He was too thick-headed, or maybe just too

careless, to notice how stool.

had

cooled towards him.

ive

If only he'd paid a bit more attention back then and soothed her hurt, maybe her resentment wouldn't have burned so hot. Would his story have ended differently?

The door creaked open suddenly.

Cameron's heart leaped. He looked up, hopeful.

Nathalie stepped out, holding an umbrella.

Cameron's heart soared. Did she still care? Was she bringing him an umbrella?

But Nathalie stopped just a few steps away. She stood there, calm and breathtakingly beautiful.

The rain slid off her umbrella, dripping onto Cameron's pants, soaking them quickly. Cameron felt a chill seep into his bones. He suddenly realized how foolish he must look.

Nathalie had been so wonderful tox him once, and he'd failed to cherish her. Now, when her treated him like a stranger, he longed for hero kindness.

He deluded himself into thinking, surely, she couldn't just stop loving him after everything?

Cameron must have been out of his mind to even think of testing Nathalie.

"Did you need something?" Nathalie asked, her voice tinged with playful innocence after her little trick.