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.

she didn't even

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

manners," Mrs. Lewis.... Mom..... had said, smiling at me. "Perhaps you could

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

It was beautiful.

present. Stefan's face lit up my screen,

"Darling, you're being needy."

drinking? "She's gone. Really gone. Blocked my number,

I kept my voice gentle, soothing. The same tone I'd used all

way

into my sweetness. "Are you having second thoughts? After everything

course not. I love you. I've always

calling me about your

who I'd spent four

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

eye, my adoption day. I stood in the center, of course. Always the center. Camille pushed to the

had been

Mom about how worried I was about my dear sister's emotional state. Casual mentions to Dad about how Camille seemed to be

of careful groundwork, positioning myself as the responsible daughter, the achievable dream, while slowly crushing Camille's confidence,

Mom about finding Camille's "secret" diary, filled with dark thoughts and destructive plans. Plans

daughter wasn't ready for college. Needed time to "find herself." Needed to stay close

I could watch

champagne, savoring the moment. Because this, this was what I'd really wanted all along. Not Stefan, he was just a useful pawn. Not the Lewis fortune,

precious Camille finally break. To see her realize that everything

from Mom: "Rose, darling, please come over.

the reluctant confession about Stefan's pursuit,

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