He Chose My Best Friend, So I Chose Freedom
After three years together, my boyfriend, Walker Ashford, proposed. But right after that, he got cold feet.
At our wedding photo shoot, Walker buried his face against my best friend Anna Benedict's shoulder. "The way Valentina looks at me freaks me out," he said.
At the jewelry shop, he grabbed Anna's hand and refused to let go.
None of it made sense. But my future mother-in-law, Judith Ashford, pulled me aside. "Valentina, why not let Anna take your place in the photos? We can put you in later."
Walker's sister, Emma Ashford, pushed Anna forward. "She has better taste. Let her pick the ring for you."
I swallowed my hurt and watched in silence as they took my wedding photos and picked out my