Chapter 382
Cameron’s eyes turned cold as he asked, without a hint of emotion, “If you’re feeling insecure, I can quit my job. Just know that we’ll have to tighten our belts a bit. How does that sound?”
Greta’s over–the–top sobbing came to an abrupt halt. If Cameron quit, she’d lose out on the hefty allowance, meaning no more designer bags or pricey imported meds.
She quickly switched gears, playing the supportive wife. “Cameron, I can’t be selfish and hold you back from your career.”
Cameron was completely worn out, “Why don’t you head home? I’ve got to get back for the gala.”
Greta left but was clearly reluctant to do so. She took a few steps, silently wishing Cameron would call her back. But when she finally turned around, he was already striding away.
Her heart sank once more.
th tears in her eyes, she murmured, “Cameron, please don’t let me down.”
Feeling lost and uneasy, Greta returned home, desperate to know what the future held for her and Cameron.
She pulled out Timeless Cycle, nervously running her fingers over its surface. The last time she used it, she dreamt of her own wickedness. She worried whether Cameron would uncover her true nature and, if he did, whether he’d forgive her.
Would their story end in separation?
With these worries, Greta drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, her maliciousness escalated. To get rid of Nathalie and her daughter, she pretended to be ill and even pressured Nathalie to have Nina donate blood.
She bribed a nurse, who used a dirty needle to draw Nina’s blood. Nina, already in poor health, succumbed to the resulting infection. Nathalie was devastated. She lost her will to live and eventually took her own life to be with her daughter.
Yet, in front of Cameron, Greta shed crocodile tears, feigning sympathy, and he bought it.
She ended up marrying Cameron, just as she planned.
The dream abruptly ended. Timeless Cycle slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor.
Greta hurriedly picked up the pieces, her panic short–lived. She had done so many horrible things in her past life and Cameron still forgave her. She hardened her resolve.
She was convinced that Cameron was head over heels for her, so no matter her faults, he’d always have her back. With that belief, she was sure Cameron could never cheat on her.
She trusted that fate was on her side.
That evening, Cameron came home looking in good spirits. The gloom that had been hanging over him seemed to have lifted. Greta let her inner diva take over, pouted and teased, “So you do remember where home is.”
Cameron’s face, initially bright at her sight, darkened again.
Greta waited for his reassurance, and if it wasn’t sincere enough, she had no plans to forgive him easily. But Cameron just plopped down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and started scrolling through his phone.
Greta’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was ignoring her completely. If he wasn’t going to make a move, she’d have to
“Cameron, the hospital called today. Dad’s not doing well. They suggested a new antibiotic, but it’s $10,000 a dose. What do you think? Should we go for it?”
