SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Morning light poured through the windows of their Positano villa, painting golden stripes across rumpled sheets. Camille's sleeping form barely stirred as Alexander slipped from bed. His bandaged hand throbbed with each heartbeat, twelve stitches pulling tight against swollen skin. A fitting reminder of the ugliness beneath his carefully maintained surface.

He moved silently across the tiled floor, retrieving his phone from the nightstand. Seven days into their honeymoon, the pattern had been established: rise before Camille, check messages, delete evidence, return to bed as the loving husband she deserved.

In the bathroom, door shut and water running to mask any sound, Alexander opened the encrypted messaging app. The contact listed simply as "Guardian" had left three new texts during the night.

*Located additional documents from 2013. Kane Industries' targeted takeover plan for Pierce Enterprises mentions Richard by name. Victoria Kane personally signed off on all moves.*

*Found former board member willing to testify Kane knew Richard was "emotionally fragile" and pushed anyway. Specifically referenced causing "complete personal destruction."*

*Call me. Secure line only. We're getting close.*

Alexander's chest tightened, heart hammering against his ribs. Actual proof-not just circumstantial evidence, but Victoria's signature on documents specifically targeting his uncle. Her handwritten approval of a strategy designed to break a man already struggling with depression.

He typed a quick reply with his good hand: *Can't call today. She's never alone. Send document scans through secure server. Will check tonight.*

Alexander stared at his reflection in the replacement mirror, installed yesterday after his outburst. The man looking back, it him appeared normal on the surface, perhaps tired, the bandaged hand noticeable but not alarming. No visible sign of the rot spreading inside him, the decay of his wedding vows even as he spoke them.

"Alex?" Camille's sleepy voice called from the bedroom. "Where are you?"

He quickly deleted the conversation thread, closed the app, and splashed cold water on his face. "Just washing up," he called back, forcing warmth into his voice. "Coffee on the terrace in ten minutes?"

"Perfect." Her voice already sounded more awake, eager for another day in paradise.

Alexander leaned against the sink, gathering himself. Time to become the perfect husband again. Time to bury "Guardian" and his messages beneath smiles and touches and all the outward signs of honeymoon bliss.

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of the Mediterranean, their private terrace fragrant with potted herbs and fresh bread from the local bakery. Alexander poured coffee into Camille's cup, carefully maintaining the role he

today," he suggested, passing her a plate of sliced fruit. "Just us, a blanket,

smile lit her entire face. In these moments, Alexander could almost forget the parallel life he lived through coded

touch his unbandaged hand. "Though

manage." He lifted her fingers to his lips, watching her eyes soften. This much, at least, was real, his desire for her, his body's

Both their gazes

lightly, though something in her eyes suggested the question wasn't

he answered, ignoring the device. "They know we're on our

The moments when his thoughts

buzz came again, insistent. Alexander gritted

in succession

should check it," Camille said, sipping her coffee. "Might be something

hesitated, then nodded. "Just a quick

wasn't from "Guardian" but from Victoria: *Morning MRI results even better than expected! Doctor calling it "unprecedented recovery." Thinking of

way back from certain death while his uncle had been given no mercy, no chance,

face with that piercing

pocketing the phone. "Just Pierce Enterprises needing approval on

"Guardian," but a lie nonetheless. Another brick in the wall between them, another betrayal to add to his growing

Camille pressed. "You looked upset for a

the interruption." He forced a smile, reaching for the casual tone that had become

if she truly believed him or simply chose not to push further. Either possibility twisted in his gut, another reminder

Guardian. He could feel it like an itch

** ** **

checked the

big. Richard's suicide note mentioned Victoria Kane BY NAME. Police report redacted this detail at family's request.

the note's contents. His parents had insisted on privacy, had restricted access to all police records. He'd been twenty one, powerless to fight their decisions

James Whitfield, his uncle's former business partner and the only one who

been what