SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 221

Alexander stood in the abandoned warehouse at Pier 47, surrounded by the ghosts of his own mistakes. The meeting location James had chosen was fitting - a place where lies had been spoken and truth had been twisted into weapons. The same concrete floor where Alexander had once believed he was fighting for justice now felt cold beneath his feet as he waited for his uncle's killer to arrive.

The folder in Alexander's hands contained everything: financial records proving James's real identity, communication logs showing his manipulation tactics, forensic evidence about Richard Pierce's murder. Months of investigation condensed into irrefutable proof that would destroy the man who had destroyed so many lives.

Footsteps echoed across the empty warehouse as a figure emerged from the shadows between stacked shipping containers. James Whitfield walked with the confident stride of someone who believed he still held all the advantages, his expensive coat billowing behind him in the wind that whistled through broken windows.

"Alexander," James said, his voice carrying the same electronic distortion he had used during their previous meetings. "I'm disappointed in your recent choices. We had an understanding about justice for your uncle."

"We had an understanding based on lies," Alexander replied, his voice steady despite the rage burning in his chest. "Lies you told about Victoria. Lies you told about my uncle's death. Lies you told about who you really are."

James stopped about twenty feet away, maintaining the distance that had always existed between them. Even now, even when his deception was about to be exposed, he kept himself separate and untouchable.

"I told you what you needed to hear to seek proper revenge for Richard Pierce's death," James said. "The details were less important than the outcome."

Alexander held up the folder, letting James see the thick stack of documents inside. "The details include your real name, James Smith. The details include your father's criminal conviction for fraud and safety violations. The details include the fact that Victoria and Richard were honest competitors who reported your father's crimes to federal authorities."

James went very still. For the first time since Alexander had known him, the man who called himself the Guardian seemed genuinely surprised.

"You've been busy," James said quietly.

"I've been learning the truth. Something I should have done months ago instead of trusting the word of a stranger who contacted me through encrypted messages." Alexander's voice grew stronger with each word. "Thomas Smith wasn't an innocent victim destroyed by corporate conspiracy. He was a criminal who used substandard materials, exploited immigrant workers, and stole money from construction contracts."

"My father built a successful business from nothing," James said, his electronic voice carrying an edge of defensiveness. "He provided jobs for hundreds of people, built schools and hospitals that served communities for decades."

"He built those schools and hospitals with defective concrete and stolen funds. Children attended classes in buildings that could have collapsed because your father cut safety corners to increase his profits." Alexander stepped closer, feeling his fear transform into righteous anger. "Your father was exactly the kind of person who deserved to be stopped."

James removed a small device from his pocket and pressed a button. The electronic distortion in his voice disappeared, revealing the raw emotion underneath.

"My father died in prison because Victoria Kane and Richard Pierce couldn't stand to lose a contract to someone who understood how business really works," James said, his natural voice carrying twenty years of accumulated rage. "They destroyed him because he was more successful than they were."

"They reported him because he was breaking the law and endangering people's lives," Alexander corrected. "They did what anyone with a conscience would do when they discovered evidence of criminal activity."

James laughed, but the sound carried no humor. "Conscience? Victoria Kane and Richard Pierce destroyed my father's life and then went on to build their own empires on the ruins. Where was their conscience when my father died alone in a federal prison cell?"

face, seeing for the first time the pain that drove his fifteen-year campaign of revenge. The electronic distortion had hidden more than just his voice - it

feels like to

what it feels like to watch your father

like physical blows. He saw himself reflected in James's pain - the guilt, the rage, the desperate need to make someone pay for a loss

simply. "I

and suffered no consequences. They built successful careers while my father rotted in prison for crimes they could have prevented if

truth into something that supported his narrative of victimhood and revenge. But

exploit workers. Your father chose to steal money from construction

rewarded the lowest bidder regardless of how those low costs were achieved," James countered. "They created the

instead of honest competition. Victoria and Richard submitted legitimate bids based on quality materials and fair wages. Your father

for a long moment, staring at Alexander with an expression that mixed hatred with

convicted him," James said finally. "All moral certainty and legal technicalities,

replied. "I understand why your father might have felt pressured to cut costs. I understand why you might

justice for an innocent man

grief into a weapon against people who had never harmed you." Alexander's voice

Alexander, seeing his own reflection in the younger man's pain and recognizing

Alexander continued. "Richard Pierce tried to expose your manipulation, and you killed him rather

voice lacked its earlier conviction. "He started questioning the narrative when he should have

pain to make him complicit in

for a long moment, his expression cycling through rage,

you can judge the choices I've made. But you don't understand what it's like to carry

what it's like to carry grief for twenty years. But I understand what it's like to let grief turn into something poisonous that

not the master manipulator who had destroyed his marriage, but a broken man who had never learned how to process loss in

loved. We both felt rage

those losses.

wanted someone to blame,

make pay

difference is that I found people who helped me understand that revenge only creates more pain. You spent twenty years in

pretend we're the same just

made terrible mistakes. I had people who

harder than any accusation. For a moment, his carefully maintained composure cracked, revealing