SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 215

Chapter 215

The Metropolitan Children's Hospital charity gala buzzed with the quiet energy of New York's elite gathering for a worthy cause. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over designer gowns and expensive suits while waiters moved silently through the crowd carrying silver trays of champagne and canapés.

Camille stood beside the auction display table, examining the donated items while trying to focus on anything other than the constant ache in her chest. She wore a simple black dress that made her look elegant but understated, as if she was trying to disappear into the background of her own life.

Stefan and Hannah stood nearby, their conversation about the hospital's new cardiac wing punctuated by small gestures that revealed their growing connection. Hannah's hand briefly touched Stefan's arm when she laughed at something he said. Stefan's eyes lingered on her face when she wasn't looking. The ease between them was obvious to anyone paying attention.

"They look happy together," Camille said quietly, nodding toward Stefan and Hannah.

Victoria, who had insisted on attending despite her recent hospitalization, followed Camille's gaze. "They do. Stefan deserves someone who sees his better qualities."

"We all deserve that," Camille replied, her voice carrying the weight of recent heartbreak.

The crowd shifted around them as more guests arrived for the evening's program. Camille was reading the description of a donated vacation package when she felt someone approach from behind. She turned and found herself face to face with Alexander.

He looked terrible. His usually perfect appearance was replaced by rumpled clothes that hung loose on his frame. Dark circles under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights, and his hair showed days without proper care. But it was his expression that caught Camille's attention - raw vulnerability mixed with desperate hope.

"Camille," Alexander said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Could I... could I speak with you for a moment?"

Victoria stepped protectively closer to Camille, her eyes cold as they fixed on Alexander. "I don't think that's appropriate."

"Please," Alexander said, looking directly at Victoria. "I know I have no right to ask. But there are things I need to say. Things that might change how you understand this situation."

Stefan and Hannah had noticed Alexander's presence and moved closer, forming a protective circle around Camille and Victoria. Stefan's jaw was still slightly bruised from Alexander's punch, a visible reminder of their last encounter.

"Alexander," Stefan said carefully, "this isn't the place for..."

"I know," Alexander interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. "I know this isn't the place, and I know I don't deserve your time. But I've discovered things that make me question everything I thought I knew."

Hannah looked between Stefan and Alexander, her engineering mind analyzing the situation with scientific precision. "What kind of things?"

Alexander looked around at the four people surrounding him - the wife he had betrayed, the woman he had tried to destroy, the man he had attacked, and the engineer whose loyalty he had underestimated. Each face showed varying degrees of suspicion and pain.

"The evidence I was given about Victoria," Alexander said slowly, "it doesn't match what I'm finding when I investigate independently. Someone has been lying to me, manipulating the facts to make Victoria look guilty of crimes I'm not sure she committed."

The words hung in the air like smoke from an extinguished candle. Victoria's expression remained carefully neutral, but Camille could see surprise flickering in her eyes.

"You're saying you were wrong about Victoria?" Camille asked, her voice barely steady.

"I'm saying I might have been wrong about some things. The situation appears more complex than I understood." Alexander's hands shook as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "This is an apology I wrote. For Stefan."

He held the paper toward Stefan, who made no move to take it.

"I don't need your written apology," Stefan said quietly. "But I'll listen if you have something real to say."

I thought you were trying to win Camille

glance, their relationship no

of what was actually there," Alexander continued. "And I reacted like a man

because of your own choices," Camille said, her voice carrying both pain and

"I know I destroyed our marriage. I know I violated your privacy and used your love as a weapon

Alexander's face, looking for signs of deception or manipulation. "If you

supposed crimes - becomes evasive when I ask for verification." Alexander looked directly at Victoria. "I want to say that I might have been manipulated into believing you were a killer when you might actually be another

tense conversation. Other guests moved past without paying attention to the drama unfolding near the auction

have been?" Hannah asked. "You're still not

anymore," Alexander admitted. "For months, I believed I was seeking justice for my uncle and seventeen innocent people who died in a factory explosion. Now I'm finding evidence that suggests someone else might have been

forward slightly. "Someone else like

sold his shares in Meridian Technologies six months before the explosion.

mention of James

involved in

than he admitted. I think he might have influenced my uncle's understanding of events. And

their faces, seeing skepticism mixed

quietly. "I'm not asking for another chance with our marriage, Camille. I know I destroyed that beyond repair. I'm asking for help

we help you?" Victoria asked. "Why should we trust anything you say after months of attacks

there. They're still planning to hurt all of you. And they might escalate to more dangerous methods now that their original

wordless through their shared

did you find?"

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documents don't match their supposed creation dates. Engineering reports that contradict each other. Financial records that suggest my

independently, not because of outside

explanations for

but he can't explain why you would leave so much evidence of your

fell silent for a moment, processing

in the main ballroom, and guests were

should sit down," Camille said finally. "If we're going to discuss this,

privacy."

led them to a quieter

the venue, where several

high-backed chairs had been

around a small table. they settled

sitting as an equal among

"If we're going to talk about this, we're going to do it

sat carefully, as if the chair might collapse under the

something," he

loved you, that wasn't part of any plan. Those

you decided revenge was