Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 986

The driver slammed on the brakes, heart hammering, and snapped, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

But the teenager didn’t even glance at him. He walked straight up to Cameron, his gaze cool and steady, landing right on the groom.

For some reason Cameron couldn’t name, a wave of pressure crashed over him, filling him with an uneasy dread. The look in the boy’s eyes—calm, but fiercely determined—left Cameron speechless.

The boy’s tone was casual, but his words cut like ice: “Treat her right. If you ever do anything to hurt her, I promise you—your life will be a living hell.”

Cameron bristled, feeling his pride trampled by this kid. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Remember my name—Nathan.” The boy didn’t look back as he walked away, leaving Cameron standing there in a fog of confusion. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Nathan had shown up for Nellie, his brand-new bride.

Years went by. That strange encounter faded into the background, and Cameron convinced himself it was a case of mistaken identity, just a blip in the story of his life.

But now, staring at Morris in his wheelchair, everything changed. The moment Morris took off his sunglasses, Cameron saw the same striking features—the same rebellious face from years ago.

That kind of beauty was unforgettable.

“You… you were that boy in white?” Cameron blurted, stunned.

Morris nodded.

Memories from both his lifetimes—frustrations, losses, bitter endings—flashed through Cameron’s mind. All at once, it made sense.

Cameron slumped onto the bench, the fight draining out of him. “I never meant for any of that to happen. I don’t know how things got so bad. She was my wife. I really tried to love her. I never dreamed she’d end up like that.”

“Loving someone is like taking care of a flower,” Morris said quietly. “If she was unhappy, it’s no wonder she withered away.”

Cameron had no answer for that.

“So what are you doing here?” he finally asked, his voice flat.

Morris looked around, taking in the family portraits on the walls. Nellie’s face was everywhere. Even the décor—the colors, the little touches—everything in the room reflected what she loved.