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?

something rare happened, she smiled. A genuine expression of

in 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. Torres

captivated by the stranger in the mirror who now wore my

Victoria and Dr. Torres had gone, I sat alone in the recovery suite, lights dimmed as evening fell. Every

checking to see if

seen

more penetrating than the eyes I'd known all my life. Eyes that no longer pleaded for love or acceptance.

eyelids, Dreams taking shape, vivid

dark water churned angrily. Across from me stood Rose," her perfect face contorted with fear. Between us, a broken railing gaped like an open mouth. "Please," Rose begged, backing away from me. "Camille, please, it wasn't supposed to

e until her back

my new face reflected in her terrified eyes. She kept retreating hit the damaged

took everything from

said, voice cold as the rain drenching us both.

sorry!" Rose cried, genuine terror in her voice as the railing began giving way behind her. "I'll

her plummet toward the dark water below, her scream cutting

as Rose's hands broke the

with a gasp, heart racing, sheets 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

to the bathroom, where splashed cold water on my face, my new face, before looking up at my reflection in the mirror. In

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

suddenly afraid of what I saw there. Not the physical changes, but the transformation

was becoming? Someone who could dream of her

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

As James drove us

quarter's shareholders meeting. We'll need professional portraits before then. Dr. To I nodded, only half

aside her tablet. "Which is it?" I turned from

expected judgment, perhaps even concern about my psychological state. Instead,

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