SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Camille's penthouse glowed with warm light against the evening sky. Floor-to-

ceiling windows displayed the city below, where thousands of lights

now powered by the Phoenix Grid sparkled like earthbound stars. The dining table, set for twelve, gleamed with

crystal and silver.

Hannah arrived first, bringing a bottle of champagne and a shy smile. She looked different outside the control

room-

softer somehow in a simple blue dress, her usual ponytail replaced by loose waves.

"It's strange to celebrate," she said as Camille welcomed her. "Part ofis still waiting for another crisis."

Camille squeezed her hand. "Tonight, we just enjoy our success."

The others arrived in quick succession, Mike from Hannah's team, board members

who had supported the Grid from the beginning, Alexander's chief engineer who had helped design the power

relays. Each brought congratulations, small gifts, happy exhaustion from the work finally completed

Camille moved among them easily, the perfect hostess, but her eyes kept drifting to the door. When the bell

rang again, she hurried to answer it herself.

Her parents stood in the hallway, looking uncertain. Her mother clutched a small gift bag. Her father shifted from

foot to foot like a schoolboy called to the principal's office.

"You came," Camille said, surprising herself with the relief in her voice.

"We wouldn't miss it," her mother replied. "Your moment of triumph.”

Camille stepped back to let them enter. Their relationship remained fragile, a delicate bridge being rebuilt one

careful board at a time. But they had come. That mattered. The door opened once more, and Victoria swept in

with her usual regal presence. She wore deep blue tonight instead of her usual silver gray, perhaps her own

small acknowledgment that this evening marked something new.

"The Grid is performing above all projections," she announced as her greeting. "The mayor called personally to

congratulate

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Camille smiled. Even in celebration, Victoria remained focused on the work.

Alexander was the last to arrive, apologizing for his lateness, bringing a case of rare wine. His eyes found Camille

immediately across the room, a private message passing between them. Tonight was the night Dinner began

with light conversation about the Grid's successful launch, newspaper headlines, congratulatory calls from

around the world. The food, prepared by Camille herself, drew appreciative comments. "I didn't know you could

cook," her father said, surprise in his voice.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Camille replied, not unkindly. Just a statement of fact.

Her mother looked down at her plate. "We're trying to learn."

Hannah, sensing tension, quickly changed the subject to the Grid's performance metrics, drawing the table into

technical discussion that carried them through the main course.

As dessert was served, Alexander stood, tapping his glass gently. The room quieted, all eyes turning to him.

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"I want to propose a toast," he began. "To the Phoenix Grid and its brilliant creator, Camille Kane."

Glasses raised around the table. Camille felt warmth rise to her cheeks.

"But," Alexander continued, "I also have an announcement to make." He looked at Camille, a question in his

eyes. She nodded, her heart suddenly racing.

He reached for her hand, drawing her to stand beside him. "A few days ago, | asked Camille a question. A very

important question." His voice filled with emotion. "And she said yes."

For a moment, confusion showed on sfaces. Then understanding dawned as Camille raised her left hand,

the phoenix ring catching the light..

"We're engaged," she said simply.

The table erupted in surprised delight. Hannah squealed and jumped up to hug Camille. Victoria showed no

surprise-

she had known, of course-but satisfaction played at the corners of her mouth.

Camille looked

toward her parents. Her mother's eyes shone with tears. Her father seemed frozen, processing this unexpected

news.

"When?" Mike asked. "How long have you been keeping this secret?"

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Alexander smiled. "I proposed the day before the Grid launch. We

wanted to wait until after the activation to share our news."

"So all those rumors about you two were true, Hannah's assistant said. "The tabloids had it right for once"

"Not quite," Camille corrected. "They knew we were together. They didn't know about this. She wiggled her

fingers, making the diamond sparkle.

Her mother approached cautiously. "May 1?" she asked, reaching for Camille's hand.

Camille extended it, allowing her mother to examine the ring.

"It's beautiful," her mother said softly. "The phoenix, it suits you."

"That's what | thought," Alexander replied. "A symbol of who she's become."

"And when is the wedding?" someone asked.

Camille and Alexander exchanged glances. "We haven't set a date," she said. "We wanted to get through the

Grid launch first."

"Well, now you can focus on something joyful," Hannah said, raising her glass. "To Camille and Alexander!"

Everyone drank to their health, offering congratulations, questions about their plans, teasing about keeping such

a big

secret.

Through it all, Camille noticed her father hanging back, watching her with an expression she couldn't quite read.

When there was a moment between well- wishes, she approached him.

"You're quiet," she said.

He nodded, looking down at his glass. "I missed so much of your life. Your career success. Meeting Alexander.

Now your engagement." Pain flashed across his face. "I have only myself to blame." Camille felt the old hurt rise

within her, but also something else, a tiny wish to heal. "You're here now," she said. "That's a start."

He looked up, hope in his eyes. "Is it enough?"

"I don't know yet," she answered honestly. "But it's not nothing."

He seemed to understand that this was the most she could offer right now. He nodded and raised his glass

slightly. "He seems like a good man. Better than-" He stopped himself.

"Better than Stefan? Yes. Very much so." Camille's voice held no bitterness, only certainty.

Across the room, Victoria tapped her glass, bringing the

happy chatter to a halt. All heads turned to her, respect automatic in their attentiveness.

"I would like to say something," she announced. Her voice, usually so controlled and measured, held an unusual

note of emotion.

She moved to stand beside Camille, tall and

straight as always, but with a softness in her eyes few ever witnessed.

"Twenty two months ago," Victoria began, "I found a young woman who had lost everything. Her marriage. Her

family. Her sense of self."

The room grew utterly still. Victoria rarely spoke of that

night, of how she and Camille had ctogether.

"What struckthen was not her pain, though it was considerable. Not her loss, though it was great." Victoria's

gaze swept the room before returning to Camille's face. "What struckwas her fire. Her refusa Camille felt her

throat tighten with emotion.

"I have built companies. | have created wealth. | have won battles in boardrooms across the world," Victoria

continued. "But nothing.... nothing.... has givenmore pride than watching this woman transform h Victoria

raised her glass. "The Phoenix Grid is a remarkable achievement. But it pales beside the achievement of its

creator's transformation. | could not be prouder of the woman Camille has becif she were my own daughter

by blood." Tears filled

Camille's eyes. Around the table, others dabbed at their eyes as well. Even Victoria's voice wavered slightly as

she concluded:

"To Camille. May your future with Alexander bring you the happiness you have earned through your strength,

your courage, and your unwavering spirit."

"To Camille," everyone echoed, raising their glasses.

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Alexander's arm slipped around her waist, steadying her as emotion threatened to overwhelm her. Victoria's

words.... so unexpected, so heartfelt, had reached places inside her she had thought permanently closed.

As conversations resumed around them, Victoria leaned close to Camille's ear. "I meant every word," she said

quietly."

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Never doubt that."

Before Camille could respond, Victoria straightened, her usual composed demeanor returning "Now, | believe

someone mentioned dessert?"

The moment passed, but its impact remained. Camille moved through the rest of the evening in a glow of

happiness she had never expected to feel again after the night Rose and Stefan shattered her world. Later, as

guests began to leave, her mother approached with her father behind her. "We want you to have this," her

mother said, pressing the small gift bag into Camid Camille opened it to find a small silver fran hands. "It's not

much, but..."

"Before everything got complicated," her father explained. "When you were just our little girl with a big talent."

Camille stared at the photo, at the child she had been before Rose, before disappointments, before pain.

Something turned over in her heart.

"Thank you," she said softly. "Really."

It wasn't forgiveness exactly. Not yet. But it was acknowledgment of the possibility.

As the last guests departed, Camille found herself on the balcony, watching the city glow with the power her Grid

provided. Alexander joined her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"Happy?" he asked, his breath warm against her ear.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully. "For perhaps the first tin years."

She turned in his arms to face him. "Victoria's

words... my parents trying... Hannah's excitement about our engagement... it felt like..."

"Like family," Alexander finished for her. "The family you've built for yourself."

Camille nodded, resting her head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart grounded her in this moment of

perfect contentment.

Inside the penthouse, Victoria was speaking with Hannah about tomorrow's

Grid maintenance schedule. Sthings never changed. The thought made Camille smile.

"We did it," she whispered. "We really did it."

"The Grid?" Alexander asked.

"Everything. The Grid. Surviving Rose's attacks. Finding our way to each other." She looked up at him. "Living

instead of just existing."

He kissed her then, gentle and promising at once. Above them, stars glittered in the clear night sky. Below them,

the city hummed with power, their power, created together.