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?

eyes. Then, something rare happened, she smiled. A genuine

way. Shouldn't feel this

half an ear, still captivated by the stranger

gone, I sat alone in the recovery suite, lights

checking to see if

seen

my life. Eyes that no longer pleaded for love or acceptance. Eyes that

my eyelids,

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

her, my new face reflected in her terrified eyes. She kept retreating

everything from me,"

said, voice cold as the rain drenching us

the railing began giving

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

as Rose's hands broke 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 wasn't I hadn't wanted to save my sister. I

cold water on my face, my new face, before looking up at my

changes, the swelling, the bruises fading to yellow. Something in my eyes had changed too.

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

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

me for the rest of the night.

Something that might be Two more days passed in the recovery suite before Victoria declared it time

As James drove us

shareholders meeting. We'll need professional portraits before then. Dr.

turned from the window to face her. "I had a dream about

concern about my psychological state. Instead, Victoria's

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