SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Herod's phone rang at 3:17 AM. The cheap motel room was dark except for the blue light of his burner phone cutting through the blackness. He squinted at the screen. Unknown number. His finger hovered ove

"Hello?"

"They found everything." The voice on the

other end was hushed, stressed, Derek Martinez, his contact at the FBI. "Your business card in the wreckage. Your

fingerprints on the detonator parts. Plans for the bombings in your apartment." Herod sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What plans? I never kept anything in the apartment."

"Well, someone did. Blueprints of the substations. Notebooks with blast calculations. A journal talking about your hatred for Victoria Kane."

"That's impossible. I never wrote any journal." Herod's mouth went dry. "What else?"

"Your emails. Detailing everything. The FBI has enough to lock you away forever." Martinez paused. "I'm risking everything telling you this. My career, my freedom."

"I appreciate it." Herod's mind raced. "Any mention of Rose Lewis in the evidence?"

"Nothing. Not a trace." Martinez's voice dropped even lower. "Look, I can't help you anymore. They're searching for you everywhere. Airports, train stations, the works. I need to disappear from your life now."

The line went dead before Herod could respond.

He sat motionless in the darkness, the truth settling over him like a heavy blanket. Rose had set him up. Completely. Thoroughly. She'd planted evidence while he was out. Created a fake journal. Fabricated em And made sure none of it pointed to her.

Herod got up and flicked on the light. The motel

room was small and dirty, nothing like the luxury he was used to. Rose had insisted they move here two days ago, claiming they needed to stay hidden.

Now he understood why.

She'd wanted him in this dump, away from his resources, while she set her trap. And he'd walked right into it, blind and willing.

The bathroom door opened. Steam escaped as Rose emerged, wrapped in a thin

towel, her hair wet from the shower. She smiled when she saw him, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"You're up early," she said, toweling her hair. "Couldn't sleep?"

"I just got a call from Martinez." Herod watched her face, looking for any reaction. "The FBI found evidence in my apartment. Evidence I never put there."

Rose's expression didn't change. "What kind of evidence?"

"Plans for the bombings. A journal. Emails detailing everything."

"Someone must have broken in," she said, turning away to look for her clothes. "Planted

that stuff to frame you."

Herod said, his voice deadly quiet, "Martinez said your

moment before continuing to sort through

luck." Herod stood up. "Planning. Careful,

mask finally slipping.

spreading through Herod's body.

are you suggesting?"

up." The words hung in the air between them. "You arranged for evidence that points only to me. You made sure you had alibis for both bombings. You've been planning to make me the fall guy from

observe a lab specimen. "And if I did? What would you do

caught him off guard. He had

Not this calm

he said. "Tell them everything.

Rose laughed, a harsh sound that

nerves raw. "Your word against the

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was right, and they both knew it. He had nothing to prove her involvement, while she had carefully built a

"I thought we were in this together. I thought..." He couldn't finish the sentence. It sounded pathetic even

I loved you?" Rose dropped her towel and began dressing, unconcerned

had believed their connection was real. The nights they'd spent planning, talking, making love, had it

gave you everything," he said. "Money. Resources. I helped you go after Camille. Why

Rose pulled

going to be me. I've spent my life being careful, covering my tracks. Did you really think I'd risk everything now?" "So what happens next?" Herod asked, feeling hollow. "The FBI catches

bed, crossing her

him wary. "What kind

center. One final blow to bring down Camille

life in prison for the first

was hearing. "You want me to keep helping you, knowing you've set me up to take the

toward him, placing her hand on his

made his skin crawl. Yet he couldn't

him still craved her approval, her

"And afterward?" he asked.

you escape. Get you out of the country

he found himself considering it, weighing his options. The FBI

he knew

to lose by playing along with her plan

asking me to trust you," he

moved to his face, tracing his jaw. “I'm

what we started.

you no

predatory. "Everyone leaves eventually, Herod.

ride is

of genuine

nothing but cold.

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