SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 171

The hospital waiting room smelled of bleach and coffee gone cold. Camille sat rigid in an uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at the double doors where they'd rushed Stefan an hour ago. Blood stained her clothes, his blood. She hadn't changed, couldn't bring herself to leave, even when a kind nurse had offered scrubs.

"He'll pull through," Alexander said, his fingers laced with hers. "Stefan's tough."

Camille nodded without speaking. The image of Stefan leaping in front of her, taking the bullet meant for her chest, played on endless loop in her mind. His body jerking backward. The surprised look in his eyes. The spreading red stain on his shirt.

"Why did he do it?" she whispered. "After everything..."

Alexander squeezed her hand. "He wanted to make things right. In the only way he could."

Thunder rattled the windows. The storm that had masked their approach to the cabin now battered the hospital, as if nature itself shared their turmoil. Camille shivered, suddenly aware of her damp clothes and hair.

"Here," Alexander said, draping his dry jacket over her shoulders. The warmth of it, the faint scent of his cologne, steadied her somehow.

"What did you say to Rose?" she asked. "When they pulled her from the water?"

Alexander's jaw tightened. "I told her that no matter what happened with Stefan, she would spend the rest of her life paying for what she'd done. That no judge would show mercy once they saw what she did to you. To the people at the gala. That her story was over."

Camille had never heard such coldness in his voice, not even during their confrontation with Herod Preston months ago. It should have frightened her, but instead she felt oddly comforted by his ferocity.

"Miss Kane?" A doctor appeared, still wearing his surgical cap. Camille and Alexander jumped to their feet. "You're listed as Mr. Rodriguez's emergency contact."

"Yes," Alexander said. "This is Camille Kane, his..." He hesitated.

"Former wife," Camille finished for him. "How is he?"

The doctor looked between them. "The surgery is ongoing. The bullet missed his heart but damaged major blood vessels. He's lost a lot of blood. We're doing everything we can, but I need to be honest, it's going to be touch and go."

Camille swayed, the room tilting beneath her feet. Alexander's arm went around her waist, holding her upright.

"Is there anyone else we should contact?" the doctor asked. "Family?"

"His parents are in Madrid," Alexander said. "I've tried reaching them, but..."

A commotion at the waiting room entrance cut him off. Margaret and Richard Lewis burst through the doors, rain-soaked and worried.

"Camille!" her mother cried, rushing forward. She stopped short, taking in her daughter's bloody clothes and bruised face. "Oh my God, baby..."

Richard stood behind his wife, his face pale with concern. "We came as soon as Alexander called. Is Stefan...?"

"Still in surgery," Camille said, her voice cracking. "He took a bullet for me."

Margaret's eyes filled with tears. Without hesitation, she pulled Camille into an embrace. Unlike the awkward, tentative hugs of their recent meetings, this one felt real, a mother's genuine concern for her child.

doctor cleared his throat. "I should get back. I'll update you as soon

the double doors, leaving the family in tense

you holding up?" Richard asked, his hand gentle on Camille's shoulder. The simple question broke something inside her. Tears she'd held back for

between breaths. "I

her father said. "You've been through hell. Cry

her. The storm continued its assault outside, rain lashing against the windows.

FBI custody," Alexander answered. "She'll face charges for everything, the bombings,

his expression haunted. "I still

the

broke the stillness. "I see I'm not

was gray with exhaustion, her body frail from cancer treatments, but

to her side. "You shouldn't

without real anger. She let Camille help her to

moved to make room. "Victoria, please sit here. It's

Victoria had come a long way from their first icy meeting months ago. The tentative respect they'd established

settling into the offered

major blood vessels, but they're working to repair

gaze drifting to Camille's bloodstained clothes. "And you,

Camille said. "Not physically,

despite her weakened state. "You've survived

kindness filling the awkward silence. Camille noticed how her father treated Victoria with a mixture of respect and gratitude, a far cry from the

for coming," Camille said to her parents.

her voice gentle. "We've missed too many moments when you needed us.

other side, completing their strange circle. "Stefan's parents are trying to get a flight from Madrid.

through the doors, carrying a

voices

doctor asked

damage, but he's critical. The next twenty-four hours

relief. Alexander's arm slipped around her waist again, supporting her

see

the nurse replied. "He'll be in recovery for several hours,

be morning

left them with that mixed news, Stefan alive, but barely. The strange gathering fell silent once more. Outside, the storm began to ease, the thunder growing

"Sit down, child.

into the chair beside Victoria. For the first time, she truly looked at the older woman, noting the

curled. "I'll rest

know how grateful we are. For everything

shared concern bridging years of misunderstanding. "We brought something for you," Margaret said, handing Camille a small paper bag. "We found it

frame holding a photograph of herself at eight years old, standing proudly on the dock at Cedar Lake, fishing rod in hand. Her father's arm was around her shoulders. Her mother smiled from

Margaret whispered.

not the desperate sobs of earlier, but something