SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW

I swirled the champagne in my crystal flute, watching the bubbles dance. Victory tasted sweet, just like I'd imagined all these years. The living room of my penthouse apartment overlooked the city where I'd spent twenty years pretending to be the perfect adopted daughter, the loving sister, the supportive friend.

What a joke.

"To freedom," I whispered to my reflection in the window. The woman staring back at me smiled, perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect lies. Just like always.

My phone buzzed again. Another missed call from Stefan. He'd been calling non- stop since Camille walked out, probably worried I'd change my mind now that everything was in the open. Poor, predictable Stefan. Still thinking he was in control of any of this.

I kicked off my Louboutins and sank into the leather couch, letting memories wash over me like warm wine.

The first time I saw Camille Lewis, I hated her.

I was thirteen, fresh out of foster care, desperate to please my new parents. They'd brought me to this massive house with its manicured lawn and marble floors, promising me a fresh start. A real family.

Then this skinny thing with braces and messy hair came bouncing down the stairs, all eager smiles and innocent eyes.

"Hi! I'm Camille. I've always wanted a sister!"

She hugged me right there in the foyer, not caring that my clothes were

secondhand or that I smelled like the group home's industrial detergent. Just pure, genuine joy at having a sister.

I wanted to vomit.

Because there she was, this awkward, imperfect girl who had everything I'd spent thirteen years dreaming about. Parents who actually wanted her. A home she belonged in. A future secured by the Lewis family name.

even appreciate it

and talked with her mouth full. How she didn't know which fork to use for salad. How she laughed too loud

smiling at me.

it. The first crack in Camille's perfect world. The

It was beautiful.

Stefan's face lit up my screen, his fifth call in an

"Darling, you're being needy."

rough. Had he been drinking? "She's gone. Really gone. Blocked my number, cleaned out

same tone I'd used all those times

way she

edge into my sweetness. "Are you having second

course not. I

calling me about your ex-wife. It's

were so predictably weak. Even Stefan, who

he'd served his purpose. Just like everyone else in my carefully

center, of course. Always the center. Camille pushed to the edge of

had been easy. Almost too

Mom about how worried I was about my dear sister's emotional state. Casual mentions

responsible daughter, the achievable dream, while slowly

"secret" diary, filled

their precious younger daughter wasn't ready for college. Needed time to "find herself."

I could watch

really wanted all along. Not Stefan, he was just a useful pawn. Not the Lewis fortune, though that would come in

perfect, precious Camille finally break. To see her realize that everything she thought she had family, love, security,

darling, please come over. Your father and I need to talk about what

The tearful confusion, the reluctant

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