SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 191

Chapter 191

New York's skyline welcomed Camille and Alexander home after six weeks of Italian sun. Their penthouse apartment filled with gifts and flowers as news of their return spread through social circles. Among the bouquets sat an arrangement of white lilies. The card read simply: "Welcome home. -V."

Alexander stared at those lilies longer than the others, something cold settling in his stomach as he touched a single white petal with his fingertip.

"She called twice while we were unpacking," Camille said, coming up behind him and slipping her arms around his waist. "Victoria can barely wait to see us. She's arranged dinner tomorrow night."

Alexander turned in her embrace, burying his face in her hair to hide his

expression. "I've missed her too," he lied, his voice steady despite the acid taste of the words.

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Their first week back passed in a whirlwind of meetings and business dinners. Camille threw herself into work at Kane Industries with the same passion she brought to everything. Alexander watched her transformation from relaxed honeymoon wife to fierce CEO with a mixture of pride and sadness. Each morning she left their bed earlier, returned each night later, her mind increasingly consumed by Victoria's empire.

Ten days after their return, Alexander sat in their dining room, reading documents on his tablet while eating breakfast alone. Camille had left before dawn for an emergency board meeting. His phone chimed with a news alert:

KANE INDUSTRIES ANNOUNCES PHOENIX GRID EXPANSION TO THREE NEW CITIES

He clicked through to the press release. There was Camille, standing at a podium, Victoria slightly behind her right shoulder. Both women radiated confidence, power, triumph. The photo caption read: "Camille Kane Pierce announces ambitious Phoenix Grid expansion with mentor Victoria Kane."

Alexander enlarged the image, studying Victoria's face. To the world, she was a cancer survivor, a brilliant businesswoman, a mentor to her adopted daughter. No one saw what he saw: the calculating eyes, the hands stained with his uncle's blood, the architect of Richard Pierce's destruction.

His phone buzzed with a text from Camille:

*Sorry about the early meeting. Big announcement went well! Will explain everything tonight. Love you.*

Alexander typed back a congratulatory response filled with pride and support. The perfect husband applauding his wife's success.

A second later, his secure phone, the one Camille knew nothing about, vibrated in his pocket. A message from "Guardian":

*Press release opened new avenues. Three Kane employees from Meridian era reaching out with information. Meeting one tonight. Expect breakthrough.*

Alexander deleted the message immediately, his heart quickening. The expansion announcement had rattled people, former employees who remembered what Victoria had done to competitors fifteen years ago. People willing to talk now.

He stood abruptly from the table, appetite gone. The walls of their perfect penthouse suddenly felt like a prison of lies.

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"I'm thinking we should throw a dinner party," Camille said that evening as they dressed for an event. "Celebrate the expansion announcement properly."

Alexander adjusted his tie, watching her in the mirror as she fastened diamond earrings, Victoria's wedding gift to her. She looked breathtaking in deep blue silk, her skin still golden from Italian sun.

"Whatever you want," he replied. "Just tell me when."

cost or guest list?" Camille laughed, moving behind

judgment." He turned to face her, his hands settling on

change everything, Alex. Sustainable power for millions.

Victoria's wisdom. The woman had shaped everything about Camille, molded her in her own image. The thought sickened him

forehead. "But I need to cancel tonight's event. My parents called. They

joy. "Your parents? Are you ready for

moved away, suddenly unable to maintain the closeness. "After our last meeting, this feels

you want me

The answer came too quickly. Alexander gentled his voice. "No, it's better if I do this

go to the charity event alone, then catch up with

by how easily she accepted his excuse. "I might

** **

expensive, cold. Like them. His mother opened the door herself, something she would never have done when he was younger. Cancer had changed Victoria Kane; age had changed

mother's voice wavered. "Thank you for

me." He stepped inside,

at his temples, more lines around his eyes, but the same rigid posture that had intimidated Alexander

single word, loaded with years

nodded in acknowledgment, taking the offered drink

perching on the sofa edge.

uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Alexander sipped

elegant room His parents had chosen his brother James over him. Had refused to believe Alexander when it mattered most. Had stood silently by

seems to agree with you," his father commented, breaking the silence. "Pierce Enterprises stock is up

else, including his sons' wellbeing.

the clean energy initiative is brilliant." Alexander watched them grasp for safe topics, for ways to connect without addressing the past. Part of him wanted to force the conversation into uncomfortable territory, to demand acknowledgment of their failures. But that wasn't

he said, setting down his glass. "I came

eyes widened slightly. His father's posture stiffened

But to acknowledge that we all

His mother's voice

controlled. "I'm offering peace. A chance to build something new,

struggling with emotion he'd rarely displayed. "We would like that

his uncle. No discussion of James's death. Just tentative bridges built across the chasm of

returned the embrace briefly. His father offered a handshake that turned awkwardly into a

and Camille for dinner," his mother said at the

talk to her.

he drove away, Alexander felt a weight lift from his shoulders, not removed entirely, but redistributed. Making peace

freed him to focus more

goal.

His uncle remained the ghost at the feast, the name no one dared speak. All the more reason to bring the

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opened many doors in New York. The security guard merely nodded as Alexander drove through, following