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

to shield you from media attention after I adopted you at age ten. Your biological parents, distant relations of mine

Photos of a young girl who resembled

my closely guarded secret, educated abroad to protect you from those who might exploit our connection. It also explains why you're only now

this new identity pressed down, both

the remaining files. "Medical records. Tax

for years. Even a driving record with a speeding

"The speeding ticket?"

imperfection. A life too clean raises

people scurried like ants, unaware of the fiction being written in this room. A fiction that would soon become my reality.

posts, tasteful photos from global locations, the exact digital footprint one would expect from a private heiress. Our team has been building them slov I turned

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

aligns with expectations, the

a button on her desk phone. "Send in James with the final

tall man

a sleek laptop and several files. He nodded respectfully

to Victoria. "And the social media monitoring as requested." "Thank you, James. That will

the heavy

contents before looking up at me. "Are you ready for this?"

what your

been doing