SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 7

ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW

My phone buzzed while I was getting my nails done. Normally, I'd ignore it, Tuesday afternoons are my me-

time, after all. But something made me look. Maybe it was intuition. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was just that delicious feeling I'd had all morning, like something wonderful was about to happen.

The headline made me smear the perfect French manicure Julie had just finished on my right hand.

"LOCAL WOMAN FEARED DEAD AFTER CAR FOUND IN RIVER"

My hands shook as I clicked the link, not caring about the ruined nail polish. There it was, in clean black and white: Camille Elizabeth Lewis, age 25, presumed dead after her car was discovered in the Morton R "Oh my God," I whispered, but inside, fireworks were going off. Champagne corks were popping. Every cell in my body wanted to jump up and dance.

"Everything okay, Miss Lewis?" Julie asked, concerned about my trembling hands.

I forced my face into the appropriate expression of shock and grief. "My sister... there's been an accident. I... I need 10 go

The drive home was torture, having to keep my face properly devastated while my heart soared like a bird finally freed from its cage. I barely made it through my front door before the laughter bubbled up, wild a

She'd

actually done it. My pathetic, clingy little sister had finally done something right. She'd disappeared

exactly like I'd arranged, right down to the car in the river. Those gays I hired through three different cutouts had followed my instructions perfectly.

I poured myself a glass of the Cristal I'd been saving for a special occasion. This definitely qualified. Taking my phone and the champagne,

up in my favorite window seat, the one with the perfect view of the

articles were everywhere now. Local news, social media,

than the last. The photos they'd chosen were perfect, Camille always photographed terribly, looking washed- out and uncertain

shadow.

you, little sister," I whispered, raising my glass to the empty room. "Thanks for finally getting out of

I took a deep breath, arranged my voice into something

upset, the

alone right

just can't believe she's gone,I said, adding a little sob for effect. "My baby sister.." "We'll get through this together," he promised. ended the call and stulled at my reflection in the win mourning period had passed.

four years

house would need to be dark when he arrived.

I went around drawing curtains, ating the perfect stage set for my performance. The grieving sister, devastated by loss, turning to her

it

again, Mommy this time.

was thick with tears. "Please tell me it's

"They found her

pain in her voice sent a thrill through me. This was what I'd wanted

with my pale imitation of a sister. "The police think..." I paused for effect. "They think

been so strange lately, so

blooming beautifully. The subtle hints about Camille's depression, the careful suggestions that she wasn't coping well with

should have helped her more," Mom wailed. "Should have

have," I soothed, while inside I was dancing "But you know Camille, she never wanted to burden

and qu I caught sight of a photo on the mantel, me and Camille at her wedding, her maid of honor dress carefully chosen to make her look frumpy next to my designer gown. I picked it up, studying her face. She'd neve "You should thank me," I told her image. "I've given you the perfect exit.

Were."

checked my makeup in the