Chapter 80. The Plan in Motion

Travis Turner’s jaw clenched as he watched Camila lose herself in her world, oblivious to his presence. She was seated on the park bench, the sunlight catching the subtle highlights in her long, dark hair, which fluttered gently with the breeze. Her deep brown eyes, usually so lively, were clouded with thought, distant and heavy with the weight of her own turmoil. The sight twisted something deep within him, an ache that had no clear source, and yet his decision was resolute. With a silent exhale, he pivoted on his heel. The tailored fabric of his suit jacket brushed against his lean frame as he strode away, each step deliberate, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes like the finality of his resolve.

“Camila,” Blake Ward called out, his voice carrying across the soft hum of the park. He approached her with a casual ease that seemed almost rehearsed, his blond hair catching the sunlight in golden strands that glimmered like