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."

said, his voice deadly quiet, "Martinez said your name doesn't

just a moment before continuing to sort through her clothes. "Lucky

luck." Herod stood

face him, her mask finally slipping. The coldness in her

spreading through Herod's body.

are you suggesting?" she

to me. You made sure you had alibis for both bombings. You've

deny it. Instead, she tilted her head, studying him like a scientist might observe a lab

off guard.

even tears. Not this calm

FBI," he said. "Tell them everything.

Rose laughed,

the

attempt to shift blame from a

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to prove her involvement, while she had carefully built a case that

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

you?" Rose dropped her towel and began dressing,

of him had believed their connection was real. The

"Money. Resources. I helped you go after Camille.

Rose pulled

life being careful, covering my tracks. Did you really think I'd

on the bed, crossing her legs.

her tone made him

control center. One

the expression not touching her eyes. "You're already facing life in prison for the first two bombings. What's

me to keep

you a chance to complete what we started." Rose stood and moved toward him, placing her hand on his

made his skin crawl. Yet he couldn't pull away. Despite everything, some

of him still craved her approval,

"And afterward?" he asked.

you escape. Get you out of the country with new identity papers, enough money to start

it was a lie. Yet he found himself considering it, weighing his options. The FBI was

he knew

by playing along with her plan

me to trust you," he said. "After learning

face, tracing his jaw. “I'm

finish what we

no longer

turned predatory. "Everyone leaves eventually,

with me, the ride is exciting while it

looking for any sign of genuine feeling, any crack in

but

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