Reborn From Oblivion

In the eastern outskirts, there was a mountain that towered nearly four thousand meters high. In the thick of summer, the base of the mountain simmered in the heat while the summit remained cool and refreshing. Nathalie trudged along the mountain path with her trusty backpack. Whenever exhaustion hit, she paused to take in the view from above.

She gazed at the winding road, snaking tightly around the steep mountain like a dragon gripping its prey. The path was not only steep but dangerously narrow. Driving on this road was a risky endeavor.

Out of nowhere, memories of Nathalie's past life flooded her mind-she remembered carrying her daughter's body along a snow-covered road at the mountain's base. Those were her darkest days, a peak of helplessness spanning both lives. Thankfully, Nathan had appeared like a guardian angel, lifting her exhausted form from the ground.

Back then, she was completely drained, overwhelmed not just by her daughter's death but by her own physical weakness. As she lay in Nathan's car, she felt every bump in the road, but she remained oblivious to the incredible effort it took for Nathan to navigate this treacherous path with her and her daughter.

Nathalie's gratitude for Nathan was immeasurable. How could the world see such a gentle and kind man as a formidable tyrant?

After a brief rest, Nathalie got back on her feet and continued her climb to the summit. When she finally reached her destination, tears welled up in her eyes.

Due to the shifts in time and space, the spot where she had laid her daughter to rest had no grave, but a beautiful sapling stood in its place. Nathalie placed a plush doll under the tree, then sat down on the ground, chatting with Nina.

"Nina, Mommy's here to see you. How are you doing over there?" she murmured. "I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "If you've forgiven me, could you visit me in my dreams? Just to see me?"

"I've always wanted to say I'm sorry.

In my past life, I loved the wrong person, trusted him blindly, and never found the courage to leave, she confessed. "It's my fault for leaving you in a den of wolves, for letting you get hurt."

Behind a nearby tree, a startled face emerged. Cameron was floored. He couldn't believe that the gravesite he had dreamt about actually existed.

Even more surprising was the

realization that in his past life, Nathalie, who always seemed distant and frequently talked about divorce, had loved him so deeply in secret. Was it her faith and love for him that held her back from leaving the Dawson family?

Cameron's emotions were a tangled mess. Greta had a hold on his heart first, but he also realized Nathalie wasn't any less compared to Greta. She was more beautiful and empathetic, and her selfless dedication to her family was inspiring. And Greta? Well, she seemed to be all about herself.

Yet, he had hurt Nathalie so deeply.

As Cameron debated approaching Nathalie and catching up, her phone rang suddenly. Nathalie answered, and an anxious voice came through. "Is this Nathalie?" "Yes, it's me," Nathalie replied.

"Oh, thank goodness! I've been trying to reach you could you come to the bar and pick up Nathan? He's drunk and keeps calling for 'Nathalie,' and no one can calm him down. I'm really@orried he might end up with bleeding stomach if he keeps drinking like this." The voice on the other end sounded echoey and broken up.