Reborn From Oblivion

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.

But Cameron's heart had always belonged to Greta; all his warmth and affection were reserved for her, leaving Nellie with nothing but coldness and indifference. So, Nellie decided to stop loving him.

"Cameron, I'm the one who snagged the championship, and I'm your wife. Isn't it a bit off to throw a bash for someone else and not for me?" Nellie's voice was calm, but it stirred something in Cameron. For once, he looked guilty. "Nel, you've got a long life ahead. Whatever you want, I'll make it up to you later. But for now, don't compete with your sister."

Nellie chuckled. "In your heart, I'll always play second fiddle. But Cameron, what am I supposed to do? I want my husband to put me first, too."

Cameron looked troubled. "Nellie, let's not cause a scene on a night like this."

Nellie scoffed, "If you can't do it, maybe it's time to let me go."

"What do you mean?" Cameron asked, genuinely puzzled.

Nellie met his gaze, her words firm: "Cameron, let's get a divorce."

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?"