The Whisper That Poisoned Everything
My name is Ava.
And until that day, I believed I was about to marry the perfect man.
Walter was the kind of man people notice without trying.
Sharp jawline. Piercing blue eyes. The kind of confidence that makes a room rearrange around him.
My parents had arranged the marriage.
I fought it—hard.
I wasn’t the “picked for you” type. I lived alone, paid my own bills, built my own life.
Then I met Walter… and something in me softened.
He was attentive. Funny. Warm in a way that made me stop bracing for impact.
He remembered details. He listened. He made me feel chosen, not traded.
