Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 963

She could only watch, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Nathan paid his respects to her.

After carving her name into the gravestone, Nathan stood up and gave Cameron a frosty glare. “I picked this spot for Nathalie. It’s the best place I could find. You and her? You were never meant to be. Even now, you’ll just mess up her path to the next life. So don’t come back here.”

Cameron’s grief erupted. “No, Nathan, you can’t be that heartless. She was my wife. I have every right to mourn her.”

A hard, cold look flashed in Nathan’s eyes. “All you’ll do is stain her way forward. If it weren’t for you, Cameron, she could’ve lived a long life.”

Cameron crumpled to the ground, drained and hopeless. “I really loved Nathalie. No one hurts more than I do… I can’t stand this…”

Nathan didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, he stared at the gravestone, looking like he could bore a hole through it with just his eyes.

“Nathalie, you promised me you’d live your life well. You said you would. Why didn’t you keep your word?”

His anger only grew. “I worked so hard, fought so many battles, even gave up everything, let my hands get dirty—just to give you a bright future. I finally made it. So why couldn’t you wait for me? Why did you forget me?”

“In our next life, I’ll come find you, okay?”

“This time, Nathalie, no matter what happens, I swear I’ll keep you safe.”

…

Nathalie swallowed, shaken by Cameron’s heartbreak, but even more unsettled by Nathan’s intensity.

As darkness settled, Cameron and Nathan both left the hill, one after the other.

Nathalie lingered at the crossroads, lost as she watched Cameron disappear, then glanced back at Nathan and his stormy expression.

“Respect? After everything she did, you want respect? Always threatening to end her own life, acting like we owed her something. The neighbors all talk behind my back, saying I abused my daughter-in-law. Cameron, be honest—did I ever mistreat her?”

“Honestly, we just had bad luck, marrying someone with mental issues. She stirred up the house every single day. Look at you—you look years older than you should.”

“I was happy to take care of Nathalie, Mom,” Cameron said quietly.

Kristina scoffed, “You’re hopeless.”

Cameron ignored her, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and staggered upstairs.

“Cameron, Nathalie’s gone now. But Greta’s still here, isn’t she? She’s crazy about you! Why not marry her?”

“I won’t. No, I won’t marry anyone,” Cameron said, stubborn as ever.