SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW

"You've been distant lately," I said, stirring my coffee with

practiced precision. Three clockwise turns, no more, no less. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Stefan's penthouse, our penthouse now, though I maintained my own apartment for appearance' Eight months since Camille's "death." Eight months of nurturing

Stefan through grief, providing just enough comfort to keep

him dependent without allowing him to fully heal. A delicate balance, but one I'd mastered through years of subtle manipulation.

Stefan looked

from his newspaper, dark circles beneath his eyes betraying another sleepless night. "Have I? Sorry. Work's been demanding."

Alle. His family company practically ran itself, generations of wealth ensuring he needed to do little more thah show up for board meetings and sign occasional papers, No, what kept him awake wasn't work but

"I worry about you," I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine. "You're still punishing yourself over things you can't change."

He flinched slightly at the gentle accusation, eyes darting away from mine. "It's not that simple, Rose."

"Isn't it? Camille is gone." I softened my voice, the perfect blend of compassion and practicality. "She wouldn't want you torturing yourself like this."

Stefan pulled his hand back, jaw tightening. "You don't know what she would want."

Actually, I did. My pathetic sister had wanted precisely what

I'd taken from her, Stefan, our parents' approval, social standing, success. But pointing that out wouldn't serve my current purpose.

of hurt to enter my voice. "I

snapping at me. Predictable. Stefan's need to be the good guy, the gentleman, made him so easy to steer. Show the slightest wound, and he'd bend over

smile that was the biggest lie o "I have an idea," I said, brightening as if the thought had just occurred to me. In reality, I'd planned this conversation for weeks, waiting for the perfect morning to

that charity thing

I kept my tone light, but with a firmness

children witis

jab landed perfectly. His face flushed with shame at the implied selfishness

already reaching for his phone. Il have my assistant

in the wall of guilt that had kept him emotionally distant these

for both of us." I stood, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "I have meetings all day, but I'll be

help, I reminded him of my value beyond the emotional. I was partner, assistant, lover, friend,

The

brought a message from him: Ring is ready

winking emoji, so unlike his usual formal texting style, confirmed my success. He was

replied with calculated enthusiasm: *No spoilers please! So excited

to seem desperate.

time together years ago, before I'd orchestrated his

horseback riding Saturday morning (Stefan's favorite activity, one Camille had always been too afraid to join),

followed by a walk on the beach where, if all went according to plan, Stefan

whistled appreciatively as we entered the

impeccable standards. One of the things t love about the Rodriguez

dinner I'd arranged. Stefan grew increasingly nervous as evening approached, checkin Dinner was served on the deck, ocean waves providing perfect background music, sunset painting the sky in colors that seemed arranged specifically for this moment. The chef had prepared all Stefan's favorite "Shall we walk along the shore?"

down the wooden

our feet. The

at precisely the spot I'd anticipated, turning to face me.

my expression open,

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