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The hospital finally sent over Morris''s test results. When Nathalie read them, her heart sank. Morris wasn''t just aging too fast he had nerve paralysis in both legs, muscle wasting all over, and several organs starting to fail.

There was only one thing on her mind: Morris needed to be locked away in a hospital, somewhere safe, with the best treatment possible. But with a case this serious, which hospital could she trust? What doctor could she count on to actually save him?

Nathalie cleared her schedule, canceled every meeting and event, and handed her work off to Dominick and Ford. Then, she set off across the globe, tracking down the world''s top experts-anyone who might hold the key to reversing Morris''s decline.

Back in the capital, it felt like the city had lost its spark without her. Autumn rain fell day after day, gray and endless, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes everything feel heavier.

Cameron had been crashing at Greta''s apartment for days, strung so tight he was ready to snap. Greta could feel the tension radiating off him. She saw it in the way he stood, silent and brooding at the window, and in the way he treated her-cold, distant, as if she was invisible. It was impossible to ignore the wall between them any longer.

"You''re disappointed, aren''t you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cameron didn''t answer.

Greta pressed on. "Nathalie''s hypnosis ended days ago. Almos said it went perfectly-she should remember everything from her past life now. But she still hasn''te to see you."

She watched him closely. She caught the sudden tremor in his hand, half-hidden by his sleeve. He was always so unshakeable, so calm no matter what. Now he wasing apart.

She couldn''t help but say it. "Cameron, have you ever thought about this? The woman who loved you was Nellie. But Nellie''s gone. She disappeared the moment she changed her fate and became

Nathalie. The Nellie who loved you died. Now there''s only Nathalie. And you know better than anyone why she picked that name."  s

"Shut up," Cameron snapped, his voice steel-edged.

Greta''s eyes filled, but she refused to back down. "You need to face it. Nathalie''s moved on. She doesn love you anymore. Maybe she loves Nathan. Maybe Morris. Anyone but you."  s

Cameron''s whole body shook. He suddenly swung around and grabbed Greta''s wrist, his grip tight enough to hurt, as if he was holding on for dear life.

"We''re here because of you, Greta. You did this—you tore us apart," he said, his voice rough and furious.

Guilt flickered across her face. She tried to pull away, but Cameron wouldn''t let go. He stepped in closer, his presence overwhelming. "Were divorced you went through all this trouble to find me, to bring me here. What do you actually want?  s

There was something dangerous in his voice, something that made Greta''s heart race—not just fear, but something sharp and electric.fnd8e7 Readplete version only at Find[?]ovel/fnd8e7

She shoved him away, fighting tears. "Why do you even have to ask? I love you.

No one loves you more than I do."

The distance in his eyes hurt worse than anything. "Does my love make you sick?" she whispered.

Cameron''s reply was cold and t. "Greta, our marriage is finished. Whatever was between us is gone."

He hesitated, like something was caught in his throat. Then he closed his eyes, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. "Don''te looking for me again."