All Chapters of From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Grey.I stood in front of the television, my eyes fixed on the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. The press conference was still ongoing. Camilla, standing at the center of the chaos, had yet to say a word. The reporters shouted questions at her, each one more invasive than the last. There was a storm of microphones around her face, and yet, she remained silent. Her eyes were vacant, and I could see how lost she was.I couldn't help but feel a small tug of something deep in my chest as I watched her—the woman that had accused me of being the father of her child. Was she hiding something? The way she stood there, so detached, almost as if the world was closing in around her—did she know the truth? And then the thought hit me like a freight train: What if the baby was mine?The realization clawed at my insides, making my heart skip a beat. I quickly shoved it away, the instinct to protect myself taking over. I couldn’t get involved with this—her life or that child. It would ruin everyt

Camilla.“You were shot.” The doctor said and I was still confused with everything that he was saying. I was still trying to understand what I was doing here.“One bullet entered just above your gracilis muscle on your right leg, leaving a quarter-inch hole. It went through the skin, then the fat layer, through the pectineus muscle, just medial to the femoral vessels and nerve, through the quadratus femoris muscle, through the head of the biceps femoris, and through the gluteus maximus before exiting through the skin on the other side. The exit wound was far more impressive. It blew a hole four inches across. Gone. No flap. No pieces. Your skin just vaporized.” He whistles, impressed, through his teeth. “You had a pulse but no measurable blood pressure when they found you. Then you stopped breathing. You were dead, but we brought you back.”He holds up his thumb and forefinger. “The bullet missed your femoral artery by this far.” I can barely see a gap between them. “Otherwise, you wo

Julia."What the hell did you just say?" I recovered from the shock of what I just heard and tried to comport myself. "What are you trying to insinuate?""Or rather," I gritted, my gaze sweeping her strapless yellow sheath, "what nonsense are you saying about this bastard of yours being my husband’s child?”Rose stood before me, her eyes burning with flames but the truth was, I was burning with a much bigger anger in my vein. But while I looked at her, it felt as though she could devour me with her gaze and rip my life apart."He was right, you know? You're the biggest fool on this planet. Even though I'd given you a million years, you still won't see what's right in front of you." She muttered, taking a few steps towards me, "you're here, enjoying your life while I watch my son cry himself to sleep every night!" She yelled, her words echoing through the room. But even as she shouted, I still couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.I stood rooted to the spot, trembling uncontr

Camilla.It had been a week since I woke up from the coma, and nothing made sense. My memories were still a fragmented mess, pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. The only thing I knew for sure was a name—Julia.That name echoed in my mind, over and over again. Julia. My little sister. But why was she the only thing I could remember? And if she was my sister, why hadn’t she come looking for me? I sighed, rubbing my temples as I sat on the hospital bed. The room smelled of antiseptic and cheap soap, the walls a dull white that only added to the emptiness inside me. The nurses came and went, reminding me about the bills I had yet to pay. I had nothing—no money, no family, no past. Just this empty shell of a life I couldn't even remember. I needed air. Pushing myself up, I walked out of the room and down the sterile hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold tiles. My legs carried me forward aimlessly, my mind clouded with thoughts that led nowhere. Before I knew it,

Camilla’s POVA gunshot rang out. Then another. And another. Pain exploded in my chest, searing, unbearable. I gasped, trying to scream, but no sound came out. My body felt heavy, sinking, drowning in darkness— I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my hands clutching my chest. My heart pounded violently as I tried to catch my breath. Cold sweat covered my skin, and my fingers trembled as I reached up, expecting to find blood. But there was nothing. Just my ragged breaths and the dimly lit room around me. Just a dream. But it felt so real. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. The sound of rain pattered against the roof, but something was off. Drip. Drip. Drip. I frowned, looking up just in time to feel a cold drop of water splash onto my forehead. Then another. "Great," I muttered, throwing the thin blanket off me. The roof was leaking again. This has been the story of my life ever since I moved in here with Racheal.The wind howled through the cracks in the walls,