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From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 76
Camilla.I couldn’t stop pacing in the living room, my fingers resting lightly on the swell of my belly. Grey was finally home. The trial was over. Justice, in some twisted, long-delayed form, had prevailed.I turned to Miri, who sat curled up on the couch, watching me like I was a glass vase teetering on the edge of a high shelf.“You’re sure about this?” she asked, her brows pinched together in worry.I nodded, though my heart beat with an intensity I hadn’t felt in months. “It’s time. I need to face Julia and Georgina. I need to look them in the eye and let them know they didn’t break me.”“You’re pregnant, Cam,” she said softly, eyes drifting to my stomach. “They tried to kill you once. There’s no telling what they’ll do now.”“I know,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. “But I have a plan. They won’t lay a finger on me.”She stood, walking over, placing her hands gently on my shoulders. “Just... promise me you’ll be careful.”I placed my hand over hers. “Always.”The dress
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 75
Grey.A week.Seven goddamn days behind bars. Cold walls. Colder stares. But every single day, Camilla came.Her face was the only familiar warmth in this place, even with the sorrow in her eyes and the forced strength in her voice. She always smiled when she saw me—even when I could tell she’d been crying. She always touched the glass with her palm like it was skin and whispered, “I will get you out.”But today, the chair across the glass from me stayed empty.I watched the clock. Ten minutes past the visiting hour. Then twenty. My knee bounced like a goddamn jackhammer, and I stared at the door like I could will her through it.But she didn’t come.I don’t know what scared me more—her absence or the quiet that came with it.I leaned my head back against the wall of the holding cell, fingers laced together as I stared at the fluorescent lights flickering above me. That buzzing was driving me insane. My mouth felt dry as chalk. My heart... hollow.“Grey!” the officer called.I stood
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 74
Camilla.The second I got the call, my heart dropped. “Grey’s been arrested,” the voice on the line said. “Charged with murder.”For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Grey? Murder? No. No way. That man has many flaws, stubborn, reckless, frustratingly noble but a killer? Not him.“I’ll be there,” I said, already grabbing my bag before the call even ended.The police station stank of sweat and stale coffee. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered like they were too tired to do their job. I hated this place already.“Camilla Easton, here to see Alexander Grey,” I told the officer at the front desk.He raised a brow at me, like he didn’t believe someone like me belonged there. I didn’t care. I could’ve threatened him with a lawsuit or two, but I didn’t want to draw attention. They led me down a narrow hallway lined with doors and silence. When we reached the interrogation room, the door creaked open and... there he was.My breath caught.Grey looked like hell.His lower lip was split
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 73
Grey.I couldn’t feel my legs. Couldn’t feel anything but the pounding in my chest and the burning sting in my throat from screaming too hard. My knees hit the tiled floor, but I barely noticed. My hands were shaking, stained red, and I couldn’t stop staring at her—her lifeless body splayed across the living room like a doll that had been dropped and forgotten. Her blood was pooling fast, soaking into the rug I bought last winter.“I didn’t do this,” I choked, looking up at the wall of suits standing across from me—Bryce and the other two board members, frozen in place, horror etched into their aging faces.Bryce took a cautious step back, his face pale, eyes wide and twitching. “Grey…” he said carefully, like my name might explode in his mouth. “This—this looks bad. Really bad.”I pushed myself forward, crawling a little on all fours toward them. My voice cracked. “You have to believe me. Please. I walked in and found her like this. I didn’t—I would never—Bryce, please.”One of the m
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 72
Grey.The silence in my house had never felt so loud. It pressed in from the corners of every room, following me from the bedroom to the kitchen, like a persistent shadow. My coffee sat untouched on the counter. Cold now. Bitter. Just like me. I hadn’t slept properly in days, not since Camilla looked me in the eye and said those words:Her voice still echoed in my ears—haunting and heavy. Dragging myself into the office this morning felt like wading through wet cement. I didn’t even greet my assistant. I just walked straight into my office, locked the door, and sank into the chair behind my desk.I stared at the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching it blur slightly from the rain tapping against the glass. My phone buzzed endlessly, calls, texts, meeting reminders but I ignored them all. I couldn’t deal with any of it today. Not the board. Not investors. Not even my damn secretary.I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to block out the chaos in my
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 71
Camilla.I woke up before the sun even dared to rise, the sky outside still clinging to the darkness like a dying promise. My body ached, not from pain but from the heavy pressure of decisions, regrets, and expectations clawing at me. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, unmoving, my mind already buzzing.Grey was still asleep beside me, lying there like he hadn't spent the last two days silently deciding whether or not our child was worth fighting for. I turned my head to look at him, his face relaxed in slumber—too relaxed. How could he sleep when I’d been battling my own thoughts every second?No. I wasn’t going to wait for him to make up his mind anymore. I had given him two damn days. That was more than fair.Without a word, I pushed the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Cold air kissed my bare skin, but I welcomed it. I dressed quietly, deliberately. Every movement was a statement. Black jeans, a plain hoodie. No makeup. Hair in a tight ponytail. I didn’t
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