SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW

The black car moved through morning fog, tires humming gainst wet roads. I stared out the window, watching trees blur into gray mist. Victoria sat beside me, her face a mask of calm, but her fingers tapped a n

"Where are we going?" I asked, breaking the silence that had stretched between us since we left the mansion Thirty

minutes ago. The papers making me

officially Camille Kane had been signed at dawn, the ink barely dry. Victoria's eyes stayed fixed on the passing landscape. "To meet someone important."

The car turned onto a narrow road lined with tall iron gates and stone walls. A cemetery. My stomach tightened. "Sophia?" I whispered.

Victoria nodded once, sharp and quick, like admitting pain "Today marks ten years since I lost her."

The cemetery was empty of visitors, kept private by security guards who nodded respectfully as our car passed. Ancient trees created a natural cathedral over graves that dated back centuries. This was no ordi

Our driver stopped at the end of a curving path. "We walk from here," Victoria said, gathering her bag and stepping out without waiting for help.

I followed her along a stone path that wound uphill toward secluded corner overlooking the city. The grass here was greener, the flowers fresher. Clearly tended with special care.

We stopped before a white marble headstone, simple yet elegant. Quality that whispered rather than shouted.

SOPHIA ELIZABETH KANE

BELOVED DAUGHTER

TAKEN TOO SOON

1990-2013

Below those words, a single line of poetry: "Some souls are too bright for this world."

Victoria placed white lilies by the stone, her movements practiced yet tender. I hung back, feeling like an intruder on this private grief.

"Come," she said, not looking at me. "She would want to meet you."

I stepped forward,

uneasy. What do you say to a grave of someone you never knew? Someone whose death made your

new life possible?

Victoria knelt despite her expensive sult, uncaring about grass stains or dirt. "Hello, my darling," she said, touching the carved letters of Sophia's name. "I've brought someone to meet you." just cold.

The wind picked up, sanding, fallen leaves dancing around 1 zipped my jacket higher, shivering from more than

"Tell me about her," I said. "The real story, not the public rsion."

Victoria was

quiet so long I thought she wouldn't answer. When she spoke, her voien

Chapter 10

Graduated MIT at twenty. Could solve equations that baffled men twice her age. But she was also kind, which I failed to teach her." A bitter smile crossed her

Preston. Old money, old connections. Handsome, charming, seemed perfect. His family owned shipping companies that

face hardened. "They never thought her good enough. The Kanes were new money,

nothing. Built everything. They came from generations of wealth, of 'proper breeding. They

them."

in my chest. Always

I asked, though

engaged six months when she died. Car crash on a mountain road. Brake lines cut." Victoria's

brushing dirt from her knees. "The Prestons celebrated quietly. Their son free to

someone from

made me shiver again. This wasn't

one, their companies failed. Stock prices crashed. Ships lost at sea. Mysterious audits. Computer systems failing.

Victoria's smile

later, he jumped from his penthouse. Left a note confessing he'd known about the brake lines. Couldn't live with the guilt." I swallowed hard. "And the rest of

Their homes sold. Their treasures auctioned. The Preston name forgotten by society

threats. It's about patience. About being smarter. About taking what matters most to

brings us to

me. I took it, feeling its

"What is it?"

steady on mine.

dawned slowly. "You

your old

the chest in my hands, suddenly unsteady

Victoria continued. "The woman they hurt, they

carved wood. "And

now.

Camille Lewis, and I help you start somewhere new, with a

shame in that

the moment pressed down on me. Step forward or back. Choose power

I opened the box.

Like the future stretching before me, a blank page I could

was all I had left of my old life. The few things I'd grabbed before leaving the house that day, plus what Victoria's people had collected from my hotel

stared at it, remembering the day Stefan had slid it

The sound

bracelet my parents had given me for my sixteenth birthday. Each charm representing some achievement of mine they'd actually noticed. So few compared to Rose's overflowing trophy

said. "Your deepest

joined the

small stack of photos came next. Me as a child, before

last pictures of when I was enough all by myself. Me at my wedding, smiling so hopefully. A family Christmas, all

noted. "The stories you told

photos fluttered into the box like

license, credit cards, social security card. The official

whispered. "Who

into the chest.

strange lightness

you certain? Once locked, this chest will be buried here, beside Sophia. Camille Lewis will rest here

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