SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 231

Camille sat propped up in her hospital bed, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window casting warm patterns across the white sheets. Three days had passed since her rescue, and the bruises on her face were beginning to fade from deep purple to yellow-green. Alexander sat in the chair beside her bed, holding her hand as she slowly regained her strength.

"The doctors say you can go home tomorrow," Alexander said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Victoria's already been discharged. She's at the estate, resting under doctor's orders."

Camille smiled weakly. "Good. She needs to take care of herself. The cancer treatments, the stress from everything that's happened... I was so scared we were going to lose her."

Alexander squeezed her hand gently. "We didn't lose anyone. We're all here, we're all safe, and James is in federal custody facing charges for kidnapping and murder."

"What about Rose?" Camille asked quietly. "Has there been any word about her situation?"

Alexander felt his chest tighten. This was the conversation he had been dreading, the promise he had made to Rose that he wasn't sure how to keep. How do you tell someone that the sister who tried to kill her also saved her life?

"Camille, there's something I need to tell you about Rose. About how we found you and Victoria."

Something in Alexander's tone made Camille look at him more closely. "What do you mean?"

Alexander took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to reveal would change everything Camille thought she knew about her relationship with Rose. "Rose called me while we were searching for you. She knew where James was holding you and Victoria because James had approached her in prison, asking for her help with the kidnapping."

Camille's eyes widened with shock and confusion. "Rose knew where we were?"

"James went to her because he thought she would help him hurt you and Victoria. He thought their shared hatred of the Kane family would make her a willing ally." Alexander's voice was gentle but clear. "But Rose refused to help him. More than that, she gave us the address where you were being held."

Camille stared at Alexander in stunned silence, trying to process what he was telling her. Rose, who had spent years manipulating and undermining her, who had tried to have her killed, had provided the information that saved her life.

"I don't understand," Camille whispered. "Why would Rose help us? She hates me. She's always hated me."

"She asked me to tell you something," Alexander continued. "She wanted you to know that she helped save you because somewhere inside her, there's still a sister who loves you."

The words hit Camille like a physical blow. She felt tears starting to burn her eyes as she realized the complexity of what Rose had done. Even after everything, even from prison, Rose had chosen to save her sister's life instead of helping destroy it.

"She really said that?" Camille asked, her voice breaking.

her voice I'd never heard before. Regret, maybe. Or genuine love

freely down her cheeks. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to remember Rose not as the enemy

said through her

chair, understanding that Camille needed to share these memories to make sense of what

I remember the day my parents brought her home from

in the memory. "She wouldn't talk to anyone for the first week. She just sat in her room, staring out the window like she was waiting for someone to come

changed?" Alexander

me. She told me about the foster homes she'd been in, about the families who had given her back

two young girls, both dealing

braid friendship bracelets, how to sneak downstairs after bedtime to steal cookies from the kitchen. She used

as she remembered the sister

the backyard using old sheets and lawn chairs, and we would spend entire

happened to that

it changed. Maybe when we started high school and Rose realized that was getting attention from boys and teachers in ways that she wasn't.

expecting more from hered

and she felt like she was

in love with. When she would help me with my hair before@ dance, or when she would stay up

about you," Alexander

into the family she had to fight to join. I had security she had never known. I had love that felt

hospital window at the city where she had built her new life,

teenagers, and she told me she was happy for me. She said she hoped I would always be as happy as

see something in her eyes, something dark and hungry that scared me. I think even then, part of her was already planning to take Stefan away from

Alexander, hearing that she saved my life... it makes me remember that the darkness wasn't all there was. There was real love too, even if

moved closer to Camille's bed, understanding that she was processing not just Rose's recent actions, but years of complicated

"When she said there was still a sister inside her

asked her to help him kill you, she chose love over hatred. Maybe for the first time in years, she chose to be the sister you remembered instead of

hurt her so deeply. Rose had tried to destroy her marriage, had hired men to attack her, had spent years undermining her

and read her bedtime stories and built

to love