Reborn From Oblivion

Her health was solid and steady, thanks to a healthy kidney Nellie had gifted her.

Maybe it was her blossoming career, but Greta was absolutely glowing. She turned heads and sparked conversations among the social elite. Her long-standing romance with Cameron was well-known and accepted in high society circles.

People often praised Cameron as a gentleman of remarkable character who was head over heels for Greta. He managed to secure a kidney from Nellie for her and, as a result, promised his hand in marriage to Nellie. Such a caring and morally upright man was a rare find.

Rich, charming, and full of integrity, Cameron became the dreamboat for many young women, and his career was on a rapid ascent, too.

Yet, beneath this glamorous exterior, a storm was brewing in their marriage, threatening to shatter their perfect world and leave ruin in its wake.

A plane cut across the ocean skies, heading straight for the Capital. Onboard, a woman with an air of distant elegance leaned back in her seat, eyes closed in thought. Her hair flowed, and her features were so finely sculpted that they seemed crafted by a master artist. Her beauty was simply mesmerizing, and her features were so finely sculpted, but a cool aloofness kept others at a distance.

Next to her, a young girl with delicate features unfolded a pillow into a small blanket, gently draping it over the woman.

"How much longer until we get there?" Nellie asked softly, not bothering to open her eyes. Her voice indicated she was lightly dozing but with a mind full of concerns.

"Just half an hour more till we hit the Capital," Lizzy chirped, excitement bubbling in her voice.

"Where are we staying once we arrive?"

Nellie thought for a moment before responding, "Let's just find a hotel for now."

Puzzled, Lizzy asked, "Aren't we here to celebrate Mr. Nathan's birthday? Why not stop by the Rowland family home?"

Nellie smiled slightly. "It's meant to be a surprise."

Lizzy chuckled. "Makes sense."

"But why aren't we heading back to the Dawson family estate? Aren't you supposed to be divorcing Mr. Dawson?"

"I'm letting the lawyers handle that." She wanted to steer clear of Cameron to keep her spirits high.

Once they landed at the Capital airport, Nellie and Lizzy each wheeled out a suitcase. A light drizzle welcomed them, and the biting chill of deep winter was in the air. Lizzy quickly pulled a jacket from her suitcase and threw it over her shoulders.

"Make sure you stay warm."

Wrapped in the long down jacket, Nellie felt warmth seep into her bones and her heart.

Over the past couple of years, she and Lizzy had leaned on each other, their sisterly bond growing stronger. They became more like family.

Nellie's career had taken off, a mix

of past groundwork and present guidance from Jasmine, who had provided mentorship, manpower supply channels, and even technical support. This boost allowed Nellie to build her own fashion empire in just two short years.

Her brand, Vintage Charm, had already opened numerous stores nationwide, catering to all price ranges and holding strong in a competitive market, with business booming. Now, she was a respected figure in the fashion scene.

But Nellie's return home was for another mission: to finalize her divorce from Cameron.

The elders of the Dawson family, always shrewd, would surely reassess the marriage's value to them if they knew how far she'd come. After weighing their options, they might not be so quick to let her and Cameron split.

Nellie decided it was time to keep her identity under wraps and focus on getting a divorce first.