SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

The hospital room was too quiet. Only the steady beep of monitors and the whisper of the oxygen machine broke the silence. Camille sat beside Victoria's bed, her hand gently holding the older woman's fragile fingers. Three days had passed since the bombing. Three days of watching Victoria struggle, hour by hour.

The doctors had explained it in simple terms at first: Victoria's body, already fighting cancer, couldn't handle the additional strain of smoke inhalation and shock. Her lungs were struggling. Her heart was weakening. Each breath seemed to cost her more than the last.

Camille leaned forward, studying Victoria's pale face. The woman who had always seemed invincible now looked small against the white hospital sheets. The tubes and wires connected to her body only emphasized her fragility.

"You need to eat something," Alexander said softly from the doorway. He carried a paper bag that smelled of soup and bread.

Camille shook her head without looking up. "I'm not hungry."

Alexander moved to her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You haven't left this room in thirty-six hours. You need food. Rest."

"I can't leave her," Camille whispered, her voice catching. "What if she wakes up and I'm not here? What if she..."

She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't speak the fear that had haunted her for three days.

Alexander pulled a chair beside her and sat down. "The doctors are doing everything they can."

"Is it enough?" Camille asked, her eyes never leaving Victoria's face. "The last update wasn't promising."

Alexander didn't argue. There was no point pretending things weren't serious.

Camille looked down at Victoria's hand in hers, the skin thin, blue veins visible beneath the surface. This hand had pulled her from darkness. Had shown her how to rebuild her life. Had taught her strength when she believed herself broken beyond repair.

"I can't lose her," Camille said, her voice barely audible. "Not like this. Not because of Rose."

"This isn't your fault," Alexander said firmly.

"Isn't it? Rose targeted the gala because of me. She planted those bombs to destroy what I had built." Camille's free hand curled into a fist. "If Victoria dies because of that..."

"She would tell you not to think that way."

Camille knew he was right. Victoria would never allow such self-pity. Would never permit Camille to shoulder blame that wasn't hers. But knowing that didn't ease the crushing weight in her chest.

The monitors beeped, slightly faster than before. Victoria's eyelids fluttered but didn't open.

"Should I call the nurse?" Alexander asked, already half-rising from his chair. Camille shook her head. "It happens sometimes. They said it's normal."

of the gala. The bombing had made national news. The Phoenix Foundation's triumphant launch had become a story of terrorism and tragedy. And

interrupted Camille's thoughts. Dr. Patel entered, followed by another doctor

Camille. "This is Dr. Sharma,

preparing for bad news. Alexander's hand found her

her expression thoughtful rather than grim. "We've detected something unexpected

asked, her throat tight with

to multiple organs, but our more detailed imaging shows the disease is primarily still concentrated in the pancreas, with only

stared at her, trying to process what this meant. "So... it's not as bad

"But this new finding changes our approach. With aggressive treatment, a combination of targeted radiation therapy

"How significantly?" Alexander asked.

say with certainty," Dr. Sharma replied. "But in cases similar to Ms. Kane's, we've seen patients survive for years rather than months. The smoke inhalation complications are our immediate concern, but once those are managed, we could begin

dizzy with hope, a feeling so unexpected she hardly recognized it. "Years? She

and careful management, yes. It's

treatment plan, but Camille barely heard them. Years. Not months. Not weeks. Years. Time for conversations.

after

hear that?" she whispered. "She might not... she could have..." Alexander pulled her into a tight

despair but of cautious hope. She had been preparing herself for imminent loss. To suddenly have the

measure.

sound from the bed made them both turn. Victoria's eyes were open, watching them with a clarity that had been absent

Camille moved quickly to her side.

to remain alert. "I heard...

treatment,"

of hers. "There's

of a

sob

than yesterday. "Good," she said simply. "There's

Kane Industries, about business, about the empire she

holding Camille's with surprising intensity. "Work like...

Camille's shoulder. "She will," he promised Victoria. "I'll

"The bombing," she said, her voice growing clearer with each

could. "But the FBI are viewing the footage from the hotel and are looking for Rose, It's just a

eyes returned to Camille. "What will you do... when

on Victoria, on the moment-by-moment battle for recovery. But now, with the possibility of years rather than days stretched before them, the question

for her. No judgment in the word, just understanding. "Yes," Camille acknowledged. "But I also want to move forward. To rebuild what she destroyed. To show her that she failed to break me."