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,

curled up in my favorite window seat, the one with the

articles were everywhere now. Local news, social media,

scrolled through them like love letters, each one sweeter than the last. The photos they'd chosen were perfect, Camille

shadow.

to the empty room. "Thanks for

deep breath, arranged my voice into something appropriately broken. "Baby?" I

upset, the fool'I'm on my way over. You shouldn't

alone right

he promised. ended the call and stulled at my reflection in the win mourning period had passed. Six

years carefully

be dark when he arrived.

for my performance. The

it

this time.

voice was thick with tears. "Please tell me it's not

I forced a sob. "They found her

her voice sent a thrill through me. This was what I'd wanted all these years, to be the only daughter, the only

a sister. "The police think..."

She's been

seeds I'd planted over the past months were blooming beautifully. The subtle hints about Camille's depression, the careful

her more,"

dancing "But you know

little Camille with her sad eyes 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,"

Were."

on time. I set down the photo and checked my makeup in the hall