SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 201

Victoria Kane stood at the head of the Kane Industries boardroom, her hands gripping the mahogany table harder than she wanted to admit. The last three days had been hell. Stock prices dropping. Investors pulling out. Emergency meetings that stretched into the early morning hours.

And now Camille wasn't answering her calls.

"Ma'am, the Henderson Group is demanding answers about the security breach," said Marcus Webb, her chief financial officer. Dark circles ringed his eyes. "They're threatening to withdraw their investment entirely."

Victoria nodded, but the movement made her head spin. The cancer treatments had been going well, but the stress of the corporate crisis was undoing months of progress. Her body felt like it was fighting two wars at once.

"Schedule a call with Henderson's board," she said, her voice hoarser than usual. "Tomorrow morning. I'll speak to them personally."

"Actually, ma'am," Webb continued, his face grim, "they want to meet today. In two hours."

Victoria closed her eyes for a moment. The fatigue was bone-deep, making every thought feel like wading through mud. She hadn't felt this weak since the early days of her diagnosis.

"Fine. Set it up."

The next hour blurred together. Phone calls with angry investors. Damage control meetings with the PR team. Emergency conferences with department heads trying to trace the source of the leaks that were bleeding their company dry.

Through it all, Victoria kept thinking about Camille. Three days ago, her daughter had called in tears, saying she needed to stay at the estate for a while. Something about needing space to think. Victoria had offered to come home immediately, but Camille had insisted she stay in the city to handle the crisis.

Now Victoria wondered if something had happened between Camille and Alexander. The timing felt wrong. The crisis at Kane Industries, Camille's sudden distance, Alexander's increased involvement in their business affairs - it all connected in ways that made Victoria's chest tight with worry.

"The Henderson call is ready," Webb announced.

Victoria stood up from her chair and immediately regretted it. The room tilted sideways, black spots dancing at the edges of her vision. She grabbed the table to steady herself.

"Ma'am? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Victoria lied. She wasn't fine. Her heart was racing, her hands were shaking, and every breath felt like work.

The conference call lasted forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes of polite accusations and barely concealed threats. Victoria used every ounce of her remaining strength to project confidence, to reassure Henderson's board that Kane Industries was stable and secure.

By the time she hung up, she was soaked in sweat.

"We saved the Henderson account," Webb said with relief. "But there are six more calls scheduled for this afternoon."

Victoria tried to respond, but the words wouldn't come. The boardroom was spinning now, and the tight pain in her chest was spreading down her left arm.

"Ma'am?"

Victoria reached for her water glass, but her hand wouldn't cooperate. The glass fell, shattering against the floor in a spray of crystal and water.

"Call an ambulance," Webb shouted to someone.

Victoria felt herself falling, the expensive Persian rug rushing up to meet her. The last thing she remembered was the sound of her phone ringing and someone saying Camille's name.

*** ** **

Camille burst through the hospital doors like a hurricane, her face white with panic. She'd been in Victoria's garden when Webb called, trying to make sense of her marriage falling apart, when the news hit her like a truck.

Victoria had collapsed. Victoria was in the ICU. Victoria might be dying.

she?" Camille demanded at

but

already running down the hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She pushed through the ICU

wires connected her to machines that beeped and hummed with mechanical life. Her skin was pale

Camille whispered, taking her hand. The skin

eyes remained closed, her face

Dr. Martinez, appearing beside the bed. "The stress caused severe complications with her cancer recovery. Her blood pressure spiked dangerously high, and we had to put her into a medically induced state to

eyes. "Is she going to

doing everything we can. But the next twenty-four hours are critical. Her

"Can she hear me?"

possible. Many patients in medicated states retain some awareness. You can talk to her, but keep it calm and

her fault. Victoria was fighting for her life because Camille had abandoned her during the crisis. Because she'd been so consumed with her own problems that she'd

with my own mess." The door opened

you doing here?" Camille's

Victoria. I wanted to see if

"You're not welcome here."

to the bed, his

machines keeping her stable. "How

do you care? Isn't this what you wanted? Victoria Kane brought down by

get sick. I never

financially. Just professionally. Just emotionally." Camille stood up, placing herself between Alexander and Victoria's bed. "You've been systematically destroying her

do love you. That part

about love while the woman who saved my

if I

can't undo the surveillance photos or the stolen security

the months of lies. You can't undo using our marriage as

uncle. She covered up deaths and ruined his

rose, then immediately dropped as she remembered Victoria needed quiet. "Who told you that, Alexander? Who gave you this information that made you

woman you

quiet, his jaw

destroy our marriage

"It doesn't matter who..."

to me!" Camille's whisper was fierce. "It matters because whoever it was manipulated you into breaking my heart. It matters because someone used your grief to turn you into

speaks

Convenient timing right before our engagement? Someone wanted you to believe Victoria was guilty,

form, doubt flickering in

you chose to believe the worst about Victoria without ever talking to her directly The facts are that you married me under false

"That's not true."

The Alexander I fell in love with would have come to

would have trusted me enough to tell me the truth. He

future over his

reached for her, but

touch me. Don't ever

work through this. We

through anything built on lies and revenge." Camille's tears fell freely now. "You used me, Alexander. You used our love, our marriage, our life together as a cover for your war against

like this. My feelings for

after you installed surveillance equipment to

briefcase?"