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

shouldn't crave her validation this way. Shouldn't feel this rush of pleasure at her acceptance. Yet I did. Dr. Torres detailed the continuing care

I listened with half an ear, still captivated by the stranger in the mirror who now wore my

after Victoria and Dr. Torres had gone, I sat alone in

reaching for the small hand mirror beside my bed, checking to

seen

all my life. Eyes that no longer pleaded for love or acceptance. Eyes that demanded respect. As night deepened,

eyelids, Dreams

stood on 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

dream, I moved toward her, my new face reflected in her terrified eyes. She kept retreating hit the

everything

rain drenching us both.

cried, genuine terror in her voice as the railing began

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

satisfied, as Rose's hands broke the surface once, twice, then disappeared

on my skin, the sound of the railing breaking, Rose's scream as she

my face, my new face, before looking up at my reflection in the mirror. In the

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

of what I saw there. Not the

dream of her own sister's death and feel pleasure

the night. I sat by the window, watching

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.

As James drove us

tablet. "The board wants to officially announce you as my heir at next quarter's shareholders meeting. We'll need professional portraits before then. Dr.

observed, setting aside her tablet. "Which is it?" I turned from the window to face her.

about my psychological

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