After her heart

Chapter 3

*Chapter 3: The New Life*

Ava's new life as Mrs. Marcus was a far cry from the freedom she once knew. She lived in a grand mansion, surrounded by staff and security, but felt isolated and alone. Marcus was often away on business, leaving Ava to navigate the empty halls and sprawling gardens.

Despite the initial awkwardness, Ava tried to settle into her new role. She explored the mansion, discovering hidden nooks and secret gardens. She found solace in the library, devouring books on medicine and science, holding onto her dream of becoming a doctor.

One evening, as Ava sang softly in the garden, Marcus appeared beside her. He listened, entranced, as her voice wove a spell of calm.

"You have a beautiful voice," Marcus said, his deep voice low and husky. "I've never heard anything like it."

Ava's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze. For the first time, she saw a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Singing helps me relax."

Marcus nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can see why. You seem to come alive when you sing."

Ava smiled, feeling a sense of connection with him. "Music is my escape," she said. "It helps me forget my worries."

Marcus's expression turned thoughtful. "I know the feeling," he said. "Sometimes, I find solace in my work."

Ava's curiosity got the better of her. "What kind of work do you do?" she asked, her eyes locked on his.

Marcus's gaze drifted away, and for a moment, Ava thought she saw a flash of pain. "I'm involved in various business ventures," he said, his voice neutral. "Nothing too exciting."

Ava sensed there was more to it, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she asked, "Do you ever think about your time in the war?"

Marcus's eyes snapped back to hers, and for a moment, Ava thought she saw a glimmer of surprise. "Sometimes," he said, his voice low and rough. "It's not something I like to talk about."

Ava nodded understandingly. "I won't pry," she said. "But if you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen."

Marcus's gaze softened, and he smiled, a small, gentle smile. "Thank you, Ava," he said. "That means a lot to me."