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SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 71
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Chapter 71

The elevator climbed toward the penthouse of Pierce Tower, each floor ticking by on the digital display as my

stomach tightened with a mix of anger and nervous anticipation. | wore a simple black dress, nothing

revenge.

When the doors opened, | stepped into a space unlike anything I'd expected. Not

the

cold, modernist showcase typical of billionaire penthouses, but a warm, wood- paneled sanctuary with floor-to-

ceiling bookshelves and comfortable leather furniture. Classical music played softly in the background. The wall

of windows offered a breathtaking view of Manhattan at sunset, the city transformed into gold and shadow.

Alexander stood by a small bar cart, his back to me. He'd removed his suit jacket and rolled

up his shirtsleeves, looking more approachable than I'd ever seen him.

"Scotch? Wine? Something else?" he asked without turning

"Answers," | replied, my voice steadier than | felt.

He turned then, a slight smile on his face that didn't

quite reach his eyes. "Straight to business. One of the many things | admire about you."

| tossed the folder onto his coffee table. Papers spilled out, financial records, surveillance reports, market

manipulation evidence, all documenting his shadow campaign against Rose and Stefan. "Explain this," |

demanded, remaining standing even as he gestured toward a seat. "Explain why you've been secretly helping

destroy Rose and Stefan for the past year without telling me." Alexander studiedfor a long moment, then

moved to a bookshelf and pulled out a small wooden box. "Perhaps we should start at the beginning."

He placed the box on the table between us and finally, | sat down across from him. He opened it carefully,

removing what looked like a hospital ID bracelet, faded and worn. "Boston Memorial Hospital. Five years ago." He

set the bracelet gently on that changed everything."

What

top of the red papers. "The night

s have to do with Rose and

| stared at the plastic band, confusion replacing sof my anger. does Stefan?”

"Everything." Alexander sat opposite me, his eyes never leaving my face. "Five years ago, | was in a car accident

on the Massachusetts Turnpike. Multiple vehicles. Three fatalities. | was trapped in the wreckag A chill ran

throughas fragments of memory stirred, a rainy night, flashing emergency lights, a medical conference in

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Boston I'd attended alone because my parents was too busy with work and perfect Rose. "I was bleeding

internally," Alexander continued. "The doctors later said | had minutes left, at most. Until someone insisted they

check the less damaged vehicles. Someone who refused to leave until every pers My breath caught. "That was

you? In the black sedan?"

Alexander nodded, something soft and vulnerable crossing his face. "That was me. And you were the one who

found me. Who rode in the ambulance. Who gave her information as emergency contact when no family came

forward."

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The memory crystallized, the barely conscious man, face bloody and unrecognizable. The hospital forms I'd filled

out while waiting for news of his condition. The nurses tellinghe had no visitors, no one asking about him.

"I stayed in Boston three extra days," | whispered, the past rushing back. "I visited your room. Read to you while

you were unconscious."

"RISING EX WIFE: LoveAgain Mrs Graves," Alexander said softly. "You said it was your favorite and the Author

Annypen, was also your favorite"

Tears stung my eyes unexpectedly. "I never knew your name. The hospital just had a case number. And when |

had to return to New York, to my family, I..."

"You left flowers. And a note." Alexander reached into the box again, removing a faded piece of hospital

stationery. "Whoever

you are, | hope you heal completely. Someone is thinking of you, even if you're alone right now.'!!

My throat tightened at the sight of my own handwriting from years ago. "I don't understand. If that was you, why

didn't you tellwhen we met?"

Alexander moved to the window, gazing out at the darkening city. "After | recovered, | tried to find you. All | had

was a name, Camille Lewis, and the knowledge that you'd attended a medical conference in Bosto

He turned back to

me, his expression both tender and pained. "I cto New York, intent on thanking

the woman who'd saved my life. But when | arrived..."

"I was married," | finished for him, understanding dawning.

"To Stefan Rodriguez. Living what seemed to be a perfect life with a successful husband and budding design

career." Alexander's smile held no bitterness, only a gentle resignation. "It didn't seem right to intrud "So you

left?" The thought of how different things might have been made my heart ache.

"| left. But | kept track of you from a distance. Just... checking occasionally to make sure the woman who'd shown

such kindness to a stranger was happy." His voice dropped lower. "Until | started noticing things A cold

realization washed over me. "You knew. Before it happened. You knew Stefan

was betrayingwith Rose." Alexander nodded, regret clear in his eyes. "I was making arrangements to return

to New York, to somehow warn you, when news broke about your accident. Your car going off tha He moved back

to the sofa, sitting closer tothis time. "I didn't believe it. Couldn't accept it. |

hired investigators, had them looking into every aspect of that night. But then, A week later, | discovered

something unexpected. You were alive."

My head snapped up. "What do you

mean? How could you possibly have known?"

"I have resources that most people can't imagine," Alexander said simply. "My security team tracked you and

Victoria leaving the

cementry, after seeing the pictures i was relieved that you were alive."

Shock rippled through me. "You knew? Before Victoria ever presentedas her daughter? Before the surgeries

were complete?"

Alexander nodded. "I knew Victoria had found you. Saved you. Was helping you recover and transform. But |

didn't know why, or what you planned to do with your new identity." Chapter 71

"So all this time," | said slowly, trying to process what he was telling me, "you've known exactly who | was. Even

through the surgical changes. The new identity. Everything." "Yes," he admitted. "From the beginning."

"And

you said nothing. For fifteen months." Anger briefly flared again. "You watched

"What should | have said?" Alexander asked quietly. "When Victoria finally

introduced you as her daughter, when you emerged with a new face and a new purpose, it was clear you'd

chosen a specific path. It wasn't my place to interfere with that choice."

"Until you did interfere," | said, gesturing to the evidence on the table. "Until you started manipulating events

behind the scenes, helping destroy Rose and Stefan without my knowledge."

"Not interfere," Alexander corrected gently. "Support. Remove obstacles. Ensure your plan succeeded." He

leaned forward, his eyes intent on mine. "I saw what they did to you, Camille. Watched helplessly as y The raw

sincerity in his voice made it impossible to maintain my anger. He had helped advance my revenge without

seeking credit. Had used his considerable resources to ensure Rose and Stefan's destruction without revealing

his involvement until | discovered it myself.

"Why cforward now?" | asked. "Why letdiscover your involvement?"

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"Because revenge is ending," Alexander said simply. "Rose company is destroyed. Stefan's shipping empire is in

ruins. The justice you sought has largely been served."

He reached across the

table, not quite touching me. "And because | couldn't bear to remain in the shadows any longer, watching you

wonder what comes next without offering another possibility." "Which is?"

"A future not defined by vengeance. By destruction." Alexander's gaze held mine steadily. "A

future built on creation instead. On moving forward rather than looking back."

| studied him, this man who had known my true identity all along, who had silently supported my quest for

justice without ever revealing his own connection to my past.

"Why would you helplike

this?" | asked, needing to hear it directly. "Commit resources, time, influence, all to help someone take revenge?"

Alexander's expression softened. "Because five years ago, a stranger showed kindness to a broken man when no

one else bothered. Because | watched from afar as that swoman's life was torn apart by tl The simple

sincerity in his voice broke through defenses | hadn't even realized I'd constructed. For nineteen months, Victoria

had been my only ally, her strategic brilliance guiding my transformation from victim benefit analysis, with

emotional distance. Alexander offered something different, support without agenda, alliance without conditions.

"I don't know what comes next," | admitted, surprised by my own vulnerability. "For nineteen months, revenge

has been my only purpose. | never planned for after."

"Then perhaps we figure it out together," he suggested, his voice gentle. "One day at a time."

As the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, casting the room in soft shadows, | realized something had

fundamentally shifted inside me. For nineteen months, my world had contained only destruction, taking A future

defined by what | might build, not what | had torn down.

"Why now?" | asked softly. "Why reveal yourself at this moment?"

"Because | see you standing at a crossroads," Alexander replied. "Victory achieved, revenge nearly complete.

And | wanted you to know that when you decide what comes next, you won't be facing it alone. Unl offer hung

between us, unspoken but clear. Partnership. Support. Perhaps something more, if | chose it.

"Tellmore," | said softly, "about this future you imagine."

Alexander's smile reached his eyes this time, warm and genuine. "How about over dinner? | happen to know an

excellent chef who prepares meals in that kitchen over there."

For the first tin longer than | could

remember, | smiled without calculation, without strategy, without performance.

"I'd like that," | said.

As Alexander ledtoward the kitchen, his hand lightly touching the small of my back, | realized | was taking

my first step into the unknown territory of after.