SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 200

Camille sat at their kitchen table, watching Alexander pour coffee into two mugs. His movements were the same as always - careful, precise, loving. He added cream to hers without asking, remembering exactly how she liked it. The small gesture that used to make her heart warm now felt like another piece of evidence in his performance.

She'd barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those photographs of Victoria. The security plans. Richard Pierce's journal entries filled with pain and anger. Alexander's handwritten revenge list with dates that proved he'd planned their wedding knowing the truth about his uncle.

"You're quiet this morning," Alexander said, setting her mug down and kissing the top of her head. Another normal gesture that now felt poisoned.

Camille wrapped her fingers around the warm ceramic, needing something solid to hold onto. "We need to talk."

Something in her tone made Alexander pause. He sat down across from her, his dark eyes searching her face. "What's wrong?"

For a moment, she almost lost her nerve. This was Alexander. The man who'd held her when she cried about Rose. Who'd stood beside her when Victoria was in the hospital. Who'd promised to love her forever in front of everyone they cared about.

But then she remembered his voice in the darkness last night: *She suspects nothing.*

"I found the safe," she said quietly.

Alexander went completely still. The coffee mug stopped halfway to his lips. His face didn't change, but something shifted behind his eyes. The warmth

disappeared, replaced by something cold and calculating.

"Which safe?" he asked, but they both knew he was buying time.

"The one in your office. Behind the cabinet. With the surveillance photos of Victoria."

Alexander set down his mug with careful control. He stared at the table for a long moment, and Camille could almost see him deciding what to say. How much to admit. How to handle this complication in his plan.

"I can explain," he said finally.

"Can you?" Camille's voice cracked despite her efforts to stay calm. "Can you explain why you have dozens of photos of Victoria taken during our wedding? Can you explain the security plans for Kane Industries? Can you explain Richard Pierce's journal?"

Alexander looked up at her then, and she saw something she'd never seen before. Not the loving husband, not the supportive partner. This was someone else entirely. Someone who'd been hiding behind Alexander's face all along.

"Yes," he said simply. "I can explain all of it."

Camille had expected him to deny everything. To lie, to make excuses, to try to convince her she'd misunderstood what she'd seen. His calm admission hit her like a physical blow.

"Victoria Kane destroyed my uncle," Alexander said, his voice steady and cold. "She deliberately covered up a factory accident that killed seventeen people. When my uncle Richard threatened to expose her, she systematically destroyed his company and his life."

Camille felt the room spinning around her. "That's not true. Victoria would never.."

"Seventeen people died because of faulty equipment that Victoria knew was dangerous," Alexander continued, ignoring her protest. "Workers with families. People with children. Victoria chose profits over human lives, and when my uncle tried to do the right thing, she crushed him like an insect."

"You're lying." But even as she said it, doubt crept into her voice. She'd seen Richard Pierce's journal entries. The pain in those pages had felt real.

"My uncle lost everything. His company, his reputation, his will to live. Victoria made sure

her voice shaking, "what does that have

before our engagement party," Alexander said. "Someone sent me documents. Proof of what Victoria had done. Evidence

chest felt tight. She remembered their engagement party. How Alexander had seemed different after talking to someone she didn't recognize. How he'd been quieter, more

you decided to use

she did. She's built an empire on the graves of innocent people, and everyone

slipped. Pain flashed

relationship was real, Alexander? How much of what I felt, what

was quiet for a long moment, staring at his hands. "I loved you before I knew who Victoria really was. Those first months, everything you felt - I felt it too. When I realized you were connected to

decided to destroy me

Alexander looked up at her, and she saw genuine anguish in his

a scream. "Real? You call surveillance photos and

night worried about you real love. I call choosing to protect you from Rose real love. I call planning a

Camille said, her voice breaking. "You never told me the truth. You let me believe our marriage was built on something honest while you were photographing my mother

just like I married you for mine. The

felt like a slap. "Don't you dare compare yourself to Victoria. She saved me.

the deaths of seventeen innocent people." Alexander's voice rose for the first time. "Everything Victoria Kane

stop talking." "You need to hear this. You need to understand what kind of person you looked up

"The kind who found me bleeding in a parking garage and gave me a reason to live? The kind

The kind who covers up mass

it with your need for revenge. You made our wedding day a lie. You made

her. "Camille, please. Let me

him, her

now. Everything I feel,

down her face. "You photographed Victoria at our wedding, Alexander. Our wedding day. While I was dancing with you, while I was promising to love you forever, you were already planning to betray everyone I

was gathering evidence to expose

to

"I know I handled this wrong. I know I should have

did, would you have

honesty over deception." Camille's voice was raw with

over manipulation. I

over the stranger standing in front

you fell

"The man I fell in love with wouldn't have

false pretenses. He wouldn't have used our honeymoon to

my family. He wouldn't have let me call him my

toward the bedroom, her legs unsteady. Alexander

their closet and began throwing clothes into it.

please. We can work through this. We