Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 52

Cameron had reserved a swanky VIP suite in the hotel’s club and even brought in a bunch of famous singers and dancers to liven up the main hall with upbeat songs and sizzling moves.

Greta glanced around at the jubilant scene, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. Clutching Cameron’s hand, she said, “Cameron, thank you so much for throwing this party for me. I’m truly over the moon.”

Cameron gazed at Greta tenderly. Despite the makeup, she couldn't quite hide how fragile she looked. His mind drifted back to the doctor’s cautionary words: Although the kidney transplant was a success, Greta’s health has been frail for quite some time. A single kidney might not hold up for long. Do whatever it takes to keep her spirits high.

“Greta, as long as you’re happy, it’s all worth it,” Cameron assured her softly.

Greta gently rested her head on his shoulder. “Meeting you, Cameron, is the greatest blessing of my life.”

“Too bad it were my biggest misfortune,” came a voice.

Nellie had just strolled into the club’s hall when she caught a whiff of Greta and Cameron’s sugary exchange. She couldn’t resist throwing in a snarky comment.

Greta and Cameron, as if they’d been stung by a bee, sprang apart.

“Nel, I’m so glad you could make it to my celebration!” Greta exclaimed, bubbling with excitement.

“You’ve got it wrong. I didn’t come for your party,” Nellie replied coolly.

Greta, puzzled, asked, “Then why are you here?”

Cameron suddenly stepped in front of Greta, his tall frame casting a protective shadow as he faced Nellie, his expression guarded. “Nellie, it’s rare for your sister to be this happy. Don’t mess it up.”

Nellie stared at him; Cameron was undeniably handsome, loaded, and smart — it was no wonder she had once been head over heels for him.

Cameron stared at her in shock. “Divorce? No way.”

He’d never imagined a girl would leave him.

Nellie dropped the bomb, “I’m ending this marriage.” Then, she turned and headed upstairs.

Cameron asked, “Where are you going?”

Nellie turned back, her words crisp: “My celebration party is in the penthouse suite upstairs.”

Cameron’s face darkened. “Who's throwing it for you?”