SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Victoria stopped at a heavy wooden door, unlocking; it with key from her robe pocket. Inside was a home gym. unlike any I'd ever seen, state- of-the-

art equipment, mirrors covering one wall, a boxing ring taking up the center of the room.

She flipped on lights that mimicked daylight, making; me blink at the sudden brightness. Without a word, she crossed to a cabinet and extracted hand wraps and boxing gloves "Put these on."

I took them, bewildered. "Victoria, it's the middle of the night."

"And you're awake, drowning in self-

pity instead of planning your resurrection." Her voice wasn't cruel, just matter-of-

fact. "So put them on."

My hands trembled as I wrapped them, clumsy from Inexperience. Victoria watched, neither helping nor criticizing, until I managed to secure the gloves.

"Hit that." She pointed to a heavy bag hanging in the corner

I approached it uncertainly. "I've never boxed before."

"I'm not teaching you to box. I'm teaching you to channel your rage." She positioned

herself behind the bag, holding it steady. "Now hit it. Hard as you can."

Feeling foolish, I threw a weak punch. The bag barely moved.

Harder. Think of Rose's face when she saw you

hit again, putting slightly more

have? After what she did to you?" Victoria's voice hardened. "Think of Stefan signing those divorce papers on your anniversary. Think of your

Heat bloomed

to life. I threw another

last

them laughing in

nightmare flashed before me, champagne glasses clinking, Rose wearing my ring, Stefan in the tie I'd given him. Something

you. Think of your parents choosing Ilose over

of furt, of betrayal, of worthlessness.

finally stopped, chest heaving, Victoria released the bag and handed me a towel without comment. I wiped

Victoria said, unwrapping the gloves from my hands. "The last time you break for them.

pity but recognition. Understanding.

herself.

begin." She checked her

Philippe that probably cost

noon, you'll be legally Camille Kane. By evening, you'll have begun your education in fina She tossed the

necessary, Grief must be acknowledged before it can be transformed. But from sunrise onward, your are no longer their victim.

between us, weighted with expectations

I'm not

been gathering bricks for years without knowing it." She moved toward the door, pausing with

are your building

construct something

silent hallways that would soon become familiar. My home. My

door, Victoria

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