SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 11

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?"

handed me another folder, thicker than the

at age ten. Your biological parents, distant relations of mine died in a yacht

years ago. Photos of a young girl who resembled me but wasn't quite right another digital

you from those who might exploit our connection. It also explains why you're only now stepping

air. The weight of this new identity pressed down, both

records. Tax filings. Property

years. Even a driving record with a

"The speeding ticket?"

requires imperfection. A life

Sixty floors below, people scurried like ants, unaware of the fiction being written in this

exact digital footprint one would expect from a private heiress. Our team has been building them slov I turned back to her. "And what about the real me? Camille Lewis? What happens to her records, her

Your college records show an unremarkable student who never graduated. Your employment history

unapologetic. "The more your disappearance aligns

phone. "Send in James with

a tall man in a dark

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

Victoria. "And the social

closing the heavy

opened one of the files, considering its contents before looking up at me. "Are you ready for this?"

what your sister

have been doing since your...

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