Chapter 187

The hidden cove embraced them in afternoon warmth, waves whispering against smooth rocks worn by centuries of salt and water. Camille spread their blanket on a patch of sand while Alexander uncorked wine with his good hand. The scene should have been idyllic, two newlyweds in paradise, skin golden in Mediterranean sun, the world reduced to blue water and each other’s touch.

Instead, Alexander’s mind played his uncle’s final words on endless repeat: “Victoria Kane has taken everything. There’s nothing left. Tell Alexander I’m sorry.”

“You’re doing it again,” Camille said, settling beside him on the blanket. “Going somewhere else while your body stays here.”

Alexander poured wine into plastic cups, buying time. “Sorry. Just enjoying the view.”

“You weren’t looking at the view. You were looking through it.” She accepted her cup, studying him over its rim. “I’m starting to think I’m honeymooning with a ghost.”

He forced a laugh, though panic fluttered in hi