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.

lost everything. His company, his reputation, his will to live. Victoria made sure no one would hire him, no bank would lend to him, no business

true," Camille said, her voice shaking, "what does

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

felt tight. She remembered their engagement party. How Alexander had seemed different after talking to

you decided to use

"Victoria Kane has never faced consequences for what she did. She's built an empire on the graves of innocent people, and everyone treats her like some kind of savior." "By marrying me? By pretending to

controlled mask slipped. Pain flashed across his features. "It wasn't pretending. Not

sob. "How much of our relationship was real, Alexander? How much of what

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.

decided to

information that would prove Victoria's guilt. I married you to get close to her operations, to gather evidence of her crimes." Alexander looked up at her, and she saw genuine anguish in his eyes. "But somewhere along the way, my feelings

more like a scream. "Real? You call surveillance photos and

I call choosing to protect you from Rose real love. I call planning a future with you that goes beyond revenge

me the truth. You let me believe our marriage was

for her own purposes, just like I married you for mine. The difference is that my purposes changed. My love for you

slap. "Don't you dare compare yourself to Victoria. She saved me. She gave me

time. "Everything Victoria

fell backward. "Stop. Just stop talking." "You need

kind who found me bleeding in a parking garage and

kind who destroys families for profit. The kind who covers up mass murder

us and poisoned it with your need for revenge. You made our wedding day a lie. You made every 'I

her. "Camille, please.

her whole body

real now. Everything I feel, everything I want for our future

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,

was gathering evidence to

using our marriage to get

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

would you have believed me? Would you have chosen

have chosen honesty over deception." Camille's voice was

over manipulation. I would have chosen the man

the stranger standing

am the man you fell in

Camille shook her head. "The man I fell in love with wouldn't

He wouldn't have used our honeymoon to plan

call him my

unsteady.

suitcase from their closet and began throwing clothes into it. "I can't be here. I can't look at you. I can't pretend this conversation didn't

can work through this. We