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

was brilliant. 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 lips. "That she learned despite I waited as Victoria gathered

in love with Oliver Preston. Old money, old connections. Handsome, charming, seemed perfect. His family owned shipping companies that competed with our

thought her good enough. The Kanes

from generations of wealth, of 'proper breeding. They

them."

of rejection echoed in my chest. Always being measured and

though part

engaged six months when she died. Car crash on a mountain road. Brake lines cut." Victoria's voice turned to ice. "Police called it

"The Prestons celebrated quietly. Their son free to marry the 'right' background. They underestimated how far

someone from

shiver again. This wasn't griel anymore, but

companies failed. Stock prices crashed. Ships lost at sea. Mysterious audits. Computer systems failing. Nothing that could be traced back to me, of

Victoria's smile

from his penthouse. Left a note confessing he'd known about the brake lines. Couldn't live with

The Preston name forgotten by society that once

About taking what matters most to those who hurt you," She opened her bag, removing a small wooden chest. Beautifully

brings us to

the box to me. I took it,

"What is it?"

funeral." Victoria's eyes were steady

"You

of your old life. Everything that was Camille Lewis must

stated at the chest in my hands, suddenly unsteady on

to who you were," Victoria continued. "The woman

the carved wood. "And If I'm not

this ends now. You

I help you start somewhere new,

Her voice softened slightly. There's no shame in that choice. But there's no revenge in it

the moment pressed down on me. Step forward or back. Choose power or peace. Become the hunter or remain the

I opened the box.

waiting. Like the future stretching before me, a blank

I'd grabbed before leaving the house that day, plus

wife should wear." I stared at it, remembering the day Stefan had slid it onto my finger,

the box. The sound it made hitting

bracelet my parents had given me for my sixteenth birthday. Each charm representing some achievement of mine they'd actually noticed. So

Victoria said. "Your

joined the

came next. Me as a child,

smiling so hopefully. A family Christmas, all of us posed perfectly for a

noted. "The stories

into the box like

cards,

Victoria whispered. "Who they told you to

went into the chest. I stood

strange lightness spreading through

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

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