SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 11

CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Stanford University, class of 2016. Summa cum laude. Double major in Economics and Computer Science."

I stared at the diploma in my hands, the heavy paper embossed with gold seals and signatures. My name, Camille Kane written in elegant calligraphy across the center. A degree I never earned from a university I'd never attended. "How is this possible?" I asked, running my finger over the raised seal. It felt real. Everything felt real. Victoria sat across from me in her priva to-

ceiling bookshelves. A massive desk separated us, covered with documents spread out like puzzle pieces forming my new life. "Money opens many doors," she said, sliding another folder toward me. "People a at graduation. The woman in the pictures looked like me, but with subtle differences, straightened hair, confident posture, designer clothes I'd never owned.

"That's not me," I whispered, touching the smiling graduate's face.

“Digital manipulation. Quite good, isn't it? We had an expert blend your features with photos of a real Stanford graduate. Just enough to pass as you if no one looks too closely."

1 moved to the next document. Harvard Business School acceptance letter, followed by more transcripts, more doctored photos.

"MBA with focus on venture capital and

emerging markets, Victoria continued, watching me closely. "You were quiet but brilliant. Professors remember you as intensely private but insightful."

"And these professors will confirm this if asked?"

Victoria's smile was thin. "They already have. Three different background checks from various business publications have contacted them. All received the same carefully constructed memories of the remarkabl My head spun. The depth of the deception was staggering. An entire life constructed from nothing, solid enough to withstand scrutiny.

"What about before college? High school? Childhood?"

me another folder, thicker than the others. Your entire

Before that, exclusive boarding schools to shield you from media attention after I adopted you at age ten. Your biological parents, distant relations of mine died in a yacht accident

dated fifteen years ago. Photos of a young girl

explains your absence from public life," Victoria said. "You were my closely guarded secret, educated abroad to protect you from those who might exploit our connection. It also explains why you're only now

folder, suddenly needing air. The weight of this new identity pressed down,

files. "Medical records. Tax filings. Property deeds for apartments in New

for years. Even a driving

"The speeding ticket?"

life too clean raises

of the fiction being written in this room. A fiction that would soon become my reality. "Social

the exact digital footprint one would expect from a private heiress. Our team has been building

an unremarkable student who never graduated. Your employment history reflects a series of administrative jobs with long gap

was unapologetic. "The more your disappearance aligns with expectations, the less

phone. "Send in James with the final

later, a tall man in

laptop and several files. He nodded respectfully before setting them on the

surveillance report, Ms. Kane," he said to Victoria. "And the social media monitoring as requested." "Thank you, James. That will be

the

of the files, considering its contents before looking up at me. "Are you ready

your

been doing since your...