SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Camille's point of view

Victoria watched with unreadable eyes as Dr. Torres led me to the large bathroom. A white cloth covered the full-

length mirror. The doctor positioned me carefully, standing slightly behind my right shoulder.

"Remember," she said gently, "what you see today is still healing. There's swelling, bruising. The final results. won't be visible for weeks. But you'll get a first impression of your new appearance."

With that, she pulled away the cloth.

I gasped.

The woman in the mirror was me, but not me. My face but enhanced in ways that transformed my entire appearance. My cheekbones cast elegant shadows beneath them, giving my face a sculpted quality it ha Even through residual swelling and

faint bruising, I could see the changes Dr. Torres had created. Subtle Individually, powerful collectively. My lips had a new definition, not obviously augmented but somehow more present. My nose, always slight a perfect straight bridge.

I raised a hand to my face, watching my reflection do the same. The stranger in the mirror touched her cheek with trembling fingers.

"What do you think?" Dr. Torres asked quietly.

Words failed me. This new face looked.. strong. Confident. The kind of face that belonged on magazine covers or in boardrooms. The kind of face people remembered.

"It's..." I swallowed hard. "I hardly recognize myself."

"That's partly the swelling," Dr. Torres assured me. "And partly the shock of change. Your brain needs time to adjust to the new image. In a few

weeks, this will feel like you. The real you."

But which me was real? The woman I'd been before, or this new creation designed for power?

stepped forward, studying my reflection with critical eyes. Then, something rare happened, she smiled. A genuine expression of approval that transformed her usually stern face. "Perfect," she said simply. "Exactly what we

my chest at her approval, a feeling I immediately tried to suppress. I shouldn't crave her validation this way. Shouldn't feel this rush of pleasure at her acceptance. Yet I did. Dr.

ear, still captivated by the stranger in the

sat alone in the recovery suite, lights dimmed as evening fell. Every

the small hand mirror beside my bed, checking

seen

eyes looked back at me, harder, sharper, more penetrating than the eyes I'd known all my life. Eyes that no longer pleaded for

behind my eyelids, Dreams taking shape, vivid

a bridge, rain pouring down around me. Below, dark water churned angrily. Across from me stood Rose," her perfect face contorted with fear. Between us, a broken

e until her back

in her terrified eyes.

took everything

voice cold as the rain drenching us both.

the railing began giving

too late. The railing snapped. Rose screamed as she fell backward, hands grasping empty air. I watched her plummet toward the dark water below, her scream cutting off as she hit the surface and dis

hands broke the surface once, twice, then

so real, the rain on my skin, the sound of the railing breaking, Rose's scream as she fell. But what disturbed

where splashed cold water on my face, my new face, before looking up at my reflection in the mirror. In the harsh bathroom light, with water dripping from

my eyes had changed too. Something harder, colder. Something

I saw there. Not the physical changes,

I was becoming? Someone who could dream of her own sister's death and feel pleasure

for the rest of the night. I sat by the window,

darkness, trying to untangle the knot of emotions inside me. By dawn, I'd reached no conclusions, just a dull acceptance that something fundamental was shifting within me. Something that might be Two more days passed in the recovery suite before Victoria declared it time to return to the mansion. The

As James drove us

at next quarter's shareholders meeting. We'll need professional portraits before then. Dr. To I nodded, only half listening, still caught in

distraction," Victoria observed, setting aside her tablet. "Which is it?" I turned

judgment, perhaps even concern about my psychological state. Instead, Victoria's expression

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