Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron's face was as frosty as an ice sculpture. The feeling of humiliation was overwhelming. How could someone with nothing to her name, a beggar essentially, choose to leave him? She preferred to walk away empty-handed rather than stay with him. The thought made Cameron feel hot with rage. "Nellie, I'm not agreeing to a divorce," Cameron shouted, slamming the phone down in anger.

Feeling defeated, Nellie slumped into the corner of the sofa, utterly dejected. She reached for her phone and posted on various forums, seeking advice on how to divorce a cheating husband who refused to let her go. The thread quickly filled with responses. Amidst the sea of opinions, a couple of comments stood out with sharp clarity. One read, [If he loves his mistress, your job's easier. Pretend to be lovey-dovey with him, and I bet the mistress will lose her cool and start a fight. Let her push him towards divorcing you. Wouldn't that be sweet revenge?]

Another suggested, [If he still won't budge, go all Sherlock Holmes on him. Get close enough to gather dirt on his cheating ways, then use it against him. He would be worried about all his family wealth. You think he wouldn't prefer a quiet divorce then?] Nellie felt a light bulb go off in her head. That night, she packed her bags and headed over to the Dawson house.

When Cameron saw her, he was first shocked, then angry. "Nellie, why are you back?"

Nellie replied calmly, "Since you won't agree to a divorce, we're still husband and wife. Shouldn't we live together?"

Cameron was at a loss for words. After staring at her for a while, he couldn't help but smirk, "Nellie, are you playing games now? I respected you for bringing up the divorce. Didn't realize refusing was just a trick to get my attention." Nellie, unimpressed, simply said, "The divorce offer's still open."

Then, she walked past Cameron into the house. Her disdain for him ran deep, but in his arrogance, Cameron mistook her indifference for some sort of mind game.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nellie dragged her suitcase to a small, dimly lit room on the third floor meant for a maid or guest. Cameron liked his peace, so the floor was mostly empty. Cameron followed her into the guest room, bewildered. "What's this? Are you planning on living separately?"

Casually unpacking her suitcase, Nellie replied, "Did you really want me in the same room with you?"

A conflicted look crossed Cameron's face. He didn't understand his own feelings.Nellie's closeness annoyed him, yet her distance made him uneasy.

"You could stay in the room next to mine. It's bigger and brighter," he suggested.

Nellie paused, recalling the secondary bedroom she'd passed, decorated like a pink fairy-tale castle. It was clearly set up for Greta. Smiling, she said, "That room's a bit too flashy for me. Can I redecorate it?" "No way," Cameron said firmly.

"Then this will do," Nellie shrugged.

"Suit yourself," Cameron replied, turning to leave.

Nellie hadn't planned to stay long, so she'd packed light. After settling in quickly, she sat on the bed, lost in thought. She needed to gather evidence of Cameron's infidelity to use as leverage in their divorce negotiations. His scandalous love for Greta was an open secret. However, Nellie had never caught them in any compromising situation.