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?

forward, studying my reflection with critical eyes. Then, something rare happened, she smiled. A genuine expression of approval that transformed her usually stern face.

feeling I immediately tried to suppress. I shouldn't crave her validation this way. Shouldn't feel

by the stranger in the

I sat alone in the recovery suite,

hand mirror beside my bed, checking to see if the face I'd

seen

I'd known all my life. Eyes that no longer pleaded for love or acceptance. Eyes

behind my eyelids, Dreams taking shape,

churned angrily. Across from me stood Rose," her perfect face contorted with fear. Between

e until her back

I moved toward her, my new face reflected in her

took everything

as the rain drenching us

railing began giving way behind her. "I'll fix it! I'll make it

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 1 should have felt horror. Should have rushed to the edge, called for help, tried to save

the surface once, twice, then disappeared for

tangled around my legs. The dream had felt so real, the rain on my skin, the sound of the railing breaking, Rose's scream as she fell. But what disturbed me most

bathroom, where splashed cold water on my face, my new face, before looking up at

the swelling, the bruises fading to yellow. Something in my eyes had changed too. Something harder, colder. Something that had watched

what I saw there. Not the physical changes, but

could dream of her own sister's

of the night. I

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 bruising had faded enough to be covered by makeup, the swelling reduced to subtle puffiness only

As James drove us

shareholders meeting. We'll

"Which is it?" I turned from the window to face her.

about my psychological state. Instead, Victoria's expression remained

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