Chapter 62. Why Camila?

Blake Ward slammed the door behind him, the sound reverberating through the empty foyer of his lavish apartment. The silence that followed was oppressive, pressing down on him with the weight of absence. The space, once vibrant with the warmth and laughter of shared evenings, now felt hollow. Camila’s presence lingered like a ghost in every corner, from the subtle scent of her perfume in the air to the faint indentation she left on the couch where she’d leaned against him countless times.

“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his perfectly styled blond hair. His green eyes, usually sharp and self-assured, now glimmered with grief as they scanned the room. “This place is dead without her.”

He leaned against the cool wall, letting out a long, shuddering sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his broken heart. Every object in the apartment, from the minimalist furniture to the meticul