SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 172

The ICU hallway stretched before Camille, sterile and bright. Her footsteps echoed against the tile floor as she followed the doctor. The smell of antiseptic filled her nose, making her eyes water, or perhaps it was the weight of what waited ahead.

"Five minutes," the doctor reminded her, pausing outside a door. "He's very weak."

Camille nodded, her throat too tight for words.

The doctor pushed the door open, revealing a small room filled with machines. Their steady beeping cut through the silence, marking each beat of Stefan's heart. He lay still in the center of it all, nearly lost among tubes and wires. His skin looked gray against the white sheets, but his eyes were open, alert and watching for her.

"I'll be right outside," the doctor said, and then she was alone with the man who had once been her husband. The man who had betrayed her. The man who had taken a bullet meant for her.

Camille approached the bed slowly. Stefan's shoulder was heavily bandaged, the white gauze stark against his hospital gown. An IV dripped clear fluid into his arm. A monitor tracked his heartbeat in jagged green lines.

"Hey," she said, her voice barely audible.

Stefan's lips curved into a weak smile. "Hey yourself." His words came out raspy, as if speaking required great effort.

Camille moved closer, standing awkwardly beside the bed. She had imagined this moment during the long wait, rehearsed what to say, but now words failed her.

"You look terrible," she said finally, then winced at her own bluntness.

Stefan's smile widened slightly. "You should see the other guy."

The weak joke broke something inside her. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks before she could stop them.

"Don't," Stefan whispered. "Please don't cry, Camille."

She wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry. It's just... you almost died. Because of me."

"For you," he corrected. "Not because of you. There's a difference."

Camille sank into the chair beside his bed, suddenly unable to stand. "Thank you," she said, the words feeling terribly inadequate. "For saving my life."

Stefan's eyes held hers, more serious than she'd ever seen them. "It's what I should have done all along. Protected you. Instead of hurting you."

His gaze was too direct, too honest. Camille looked down at her hands. They still had blood beneath the fingernails, his blood, from when she'd pressed against his wound.

you do it?" she asked. "You could have stayed behind

quiet for so long that Camille looked up, worried he'd lost consciousness. But he was watching her, his eyes clear despite the pain

make something right," he said

steadily between them, counting heartbeats,

coming with visible effort. "Not when we were married. Not when you trusted me." He paused, drawing a labored breath. "But in that moment, when

back,

don't owe me your

is, I was a coward. I let Rose manipulate me because it was easier than being

felt cold against hers, his grip weak

a breath. "I need to ask you something. And you can say no. You've earned that right a thousand times

of what

for my sake. For yours. So you can be free

joined hands, once they had worn matching rings, made promises they thought

the truth of it. "When

eyes widened slightly.

"I had to. Holding onto that pain was... like carrying a

know," he said

until just

if a great tension had left him. When he looked at her again, there was something new

a bullet for me to become

was surprised to hear herself laugh, a small, fragile

first time I've heard you laugh in... I can't remember

"Me neither."

in silence for a moment, the beeping monitors a gentle reminder of how close

said. It

answered honestly. "I

He's a better man than I

We're different people than

squeezed her hand, his touch gentle but sure. "You're stronger now. I saw

mention of her sister sent a chill through Camille. "She almost did,

You survived. You built something

naive, desperate for approval

had betrayed her had become someone willing to die