SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 20

Camille's point of view.

The voice behind me sent the frame tumbling from my hands. It hit the carpet with a muffled thud as I spun around.

Victoria stood in the doorway, her expression a storm of fury and pain. Her usually perfect appearance was disheveled, clothes wrinkled from travel, hair slightly mussed, as if she'd rushed home unexpectedly. "L...I thought you were in Tokyo," I stammered, heart hammering against my ribs.

"Flight canceled due to mechanical issues." Her eyes swept the room, cataloging any disturbance I might have caused. "You didn't answer my question."

I could have lied. Could have claimed I got lost,

accidentally found the key, had innocent reasons for snooping But something in Victoria's face, the raw wound exposed beneath her anger, demanded honesty.

"I was curious," I admitted, bending to retrieve the fallen photo frame. "About the locked wing. About why it was. off-

limits."

"So you invaded my privacy. Searched my office for the key. Entered a space clearly meant to remain closed." Each sentence fell like a judgment, cold and precise. "Yes." No excuses. No justifications.

Victoria's gaze settled on the photo in my hands. Something flickered across her expression, grief so intense it momentarily overwhelmed the anger.

"Put that down," she said quietly. "And get out."

I carefully returned the frame to its place. "Victoria, I..."

"Now."

aside. Instead, she remained planted in the doorway, forcing me to squeeze past her, close enough to feel the rigid tension in her body, to smell the subtle scent of her perfume mixed with the staleness of long-

one hand gripping the frame as if for support. "I'm sorry," I

what today is?" she interrupted,

shook my head, unease growing

on

three today."

revelation hit like a physical blow. Of all days to violate this

know," I

the cold fury giving way to something more complex.

from the doorway, moving to the chess board in the sitting area. With careful precision, she adjusted one of the pieces, a knight moving to threaten a bishop. "Sophia loved chess," she said, not looking at me.

might shatter this unexpected

me, I

as we left it. Sometimes I sit here and try to remember what move she was contemplating" Victoria's finger hovered over a white pawn. "She always took her time, considered every possibility The parallel to our relationship, her aggressive molding

the naked pain in her expression. Gone was the formidable businesswoman, the ruthless mentor, the demanding adoptive mother. In her place stood simply a woman hollowed by grief,

weight of the moment. Victoria had never spoken this openly

wanted to die too." She touched a chess piece, the black queen, with gentle fingers. "But then revenge became my purpose. Destroying the

I first saw you? Not just that you looked like her, though the resemblance was striking.

in you what the Prestons tried to stamp out in Sophia.

you barely knew me," I countered.

investigated thoroughly," she interrupted. "Every aspect of your life examined. Your education records. Your medical history.

You were undermined at every turn, yet still fought to carve out your own space.

its accuracy. All my life, I'd been swimming against the current of my family's preferences,

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my usefulness for revenge or my resemblance to Sophia. "When I saw you in here," Victoria said, gesturing toward Sophia's bedroom,