The driver mmed on the brakes, heart hammering, and snapped, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

But the teenager didn''t even nce at him. He walked straight up to Cameron, his gaze cool and steady,nding 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 sunsses, 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-shed through Cameron''s mind. All at once, it made sense.

After all these years, after living two lives, he''d finally found the root of all his tragedies.

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Cameron now felt like something wild was wing at his insides. Rage panic, resentment-he couldn''t hold it back. He raised a fist at Morris. "So it was you. You''re the reason everything went wrong for me, aren''t you?"  s

Morris looked up, idly running a finger along his perfect nails. "Which disaster are you talking about? Breaking you and Nellie up? The Rond family going bankrupt? Your vicious mother''s suicide of your clueless father''s stroke Yeah, that was all me. I warned you, didn''t I? You betrayed her. I promised I''d make you pay."  s

Cameron was shaking with anger, pointing at Morris as he spat out, "You''re disgusting. If Nellie knew the real you, she''d leave you too."

Morris frowned, irritation flickering across his face. "You and Greta? Still wrapped up in that mess? You think you deserve Nellie? Honestly, you and I-we''re more alike than you''d care to admit."

A sh of guilt crossed Cameron''s face, but he wouldn''t back down. "Greta and I grew up together. She was my first love. But I never lied to Nellie-she wanted to marry me, and once she did, I meant to treat her right."

Morris shot him a cold, sharp look. His voice turned icy. "And what did she get? Depression, failing health, an early grave from kidney failure. Is that what love means to you, Cameron?"fn830e Fresh chapters posted on FιndNovel/fn830e

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 never dreamed she''d end up like that."  s

"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 t.

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.