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Chapter 1

"Evan, water..."I woke up from anesthesia with a throat so dry it felt like it was splitting apart.However, Evan Whitmore didn't even glance up. He was glued to his phone. His fingers were flitting quickly across the screen.It wasn't until the nurse walked in and noticed my parched lips that someone finally responded. She hurried toward me. "Mrs. Whitmore, do you need something? Let me get it for you."Only then did Evan raise his head, apparently realizing I was awake. "Cecilia said she'll be here soon," he said flatly."I don't want to see her," I whispered.He sighed impatiently, as if I was exhausting him. "Can you stop making a scene? She didn't do it intentionally. I already told you. She bought those vitamins for me. She wasn't trying to hurt you."I pushed through the stabbing pain in my chest and forced myself to respond. "How could it have been a mistake? The packaging isn't even close to mine.""Do you have to be so dramatic? You're fine now, aren't you?""Fine?

Chapter 2

But now, I quietly called my lawyer."I need divorce papers prepared," I said. "The sooner, the better."...On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I had barely stepped out of the front door when I saw Evan's car parked nearby.When he noticed me, he looked startled. A flicker of panic crossed his face. "What are you doing here?""I'm getting discharged today. Aren't you here to pick me up?" I asked, trying to stay calm.He hesitated briefly, then forced an awkward smile. "Oh, right. Yes, I'm here to get you."I climbed into the car, and the moment I sat down, the strong scent of women's perfume overwhelmed me.Makeup items and handbags were scattered carelessly across the back seat. A black piece of lingerie peeked out from between the passenger seat cushions. It was so blatant that I felt like I couldn't breathe.Following my gaze, Evan's face immediately darkened. He quickly grabbed the tiny piece of fabric, shoving it hastily into his pocket. "My driver used the ca

Chapter 3

I stood silently outside the piano shop as the music faded into silence.I took out my phone and dialed the number of Diego Leonard, the conductor of our orchestra. My voice trembled as I spoke. "Is it... Is it possible for me to come back?"The line was quiet for a moment before an angry voice exploded, "I told you not to leave back then! Now you regret it? Now you finally think about coming back?"His scolding made my eyes sting. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't find a single word to say.Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back."Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder.Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined.Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your div

Chapter 4

I glanced at the glass of wine she handed me. My eyes grew cold. "I don't drink. I'm allergic," I replied quietly.Cecilia bit her lip, feigning innocence, then turned toward me. "But Rebecca, I really wanted to apologize to you."I stared at her, watching her put on that innocent act while feeling increasingly detached.Noting my silence, she continued with mock distress, "Does this mean you won't forgive me? I really am sorry. You're not that petty, are you?"Hearing her words, Evan looked at me. He was clearly annoyed, and his voice was tinged with irritation. "Is it really necessary to be this petty? She's already apologized sincerely."I turned toward him, suppressing my anger. My voice was cold but controlled. "I just need a few minutes of your time. Can we do that?"He sighed impatiently. "If you drink that glass, then I'll listen."Taking a deep breath, I raised the glass and forced down the wine in one choking swallow.Almost instantly, my neck and face burned painfull

Chapter 5

A few days later, I received the divorce agreement from Evan. It was already signed.And then we filed the divorce together.Five years of marriage were reduced to nothing more than a simple legal document.I had imagined countless times that signing those papers would feel like tearing my heart apart.Yet when I finally held the document, I felt strangely calm. It was as if a heavy stone had been lifted off my chest, making it easier to breathe.With that sense of relief, I returned to the orchestra.After years without practice, my fingers had grown stiff. My friends in the orchestra teased me playfully, "Lost your touch, have you?"I smiled wryly and nodded, gently pressing the piano keys and feeling their warmth again after so long. "I haven't really touched a piano properly in years," I murmured.They stood by, listening carefully as I finished the piece.One of them said, "The emotions in your playing are deeper than ever! What have you been practicing all these years?"

Chapter 6

As I looked into Diego's eyes, I felt years of pent-up emotions release in that instant. I nodded without hesitation. "Yes."Months later, I stood on an international stage. My heart was full of mixed emotions.A foreign audience, a different culture—everything was a thrilling new challenge.Standing at the center of the stage, bathed in light and surrounded by applause, I found myself at the very heart of attention.The first performance ended with enthusiastic cheers.Each subsequent concert went even better, and my confidence steadily returned. My playing grew richer, infused with deeper emotions and subtle nuances.Music flowed from my fingers no longer as mechanical notes, but as heartfelt stories from deep within.As performances continued, audiences and critics became familiar with my style, dubbing me "the pianist who plays with soul". Reviews praised my profound emotional resonance and depth.Media coverage grew, praising my refined skills and unique style. One critic

Chapter 7

I raised an eyebrow slightly as I listened. Then, I calmly asked, "So, what happened after that? Did Cecilia just endure it?"Diego shook his head. His eyes were filled with clear contempt. "At first, she actually did put up with it. But soon, gossip began spreading around the company that Evan was traveling with a new assistant."Cecilia completely lost it. She caused scenes in the office multiple times, crying and making a fuss. Even worse, Evan eventually transferred her out of the main office. He banished her to a branch in a distant city, completely cutting off her access to company resources."Diego gave a slight shake of his head, sighing with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Cecilia thought she'd successfully climbed to the top, but instead, she fell from heaven straight into hell."After her transfer, Evan basically cut all ties with her, and her privileges vanished overnight. All those so-called friends who had surrounded her suddenly disappeared once she lost her pos

Chapter 8

Evan met my gaze and offered a complicated, tentative smile. "You... look like you're doing well."I calmly looked back at him, giving a slight nod without replying.He glanced down at the bouquet in his hands, slowly extending it toward me. His voice was low and rough as he spoke. "I was the one who sent these flowers every time. I've been following your performances closely, but... you probably don't care anymore."I didn't reach for the flowers. Instead, I just looked at him calmly. My voice was neutral and detached. "Do you need something?"His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time."Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar.After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod

Chapter 9

Over time, I gradually got used to Evan's distant presence and chose to ignore him completely.One evening after a performance, I exited the theater, ready to call for a ride. That was when my eyes caught sight of a familiar car parked nearby. It was Evan's car.Someone was standing next to his car and speaking to him animatedly.I couldn't see her face clearly from this distance, but something about her felt vaguely familiar. Instinctively, I looked away, deciding not to engage, and quietly waited for my ride.Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the quiet of the street. "So you're turning me down? Is that it?"Before the words even finished, the woman spun around and rushed directly toward me.Her eyes glowed with a wild fury, and the blade of a knife gleamed in her hand.I froze. My feet were stuck to the pavement, and I was unable to process the danger. I just stood there in shock as she ran at me, holding the knife high.Just when I was overwhelmed with despair and certai

Chapter 10

I lowered my gaze slightly and said calmly, "Evan, I'm grateful you saved me. I'll always remember what you did."A flicker of light sparked in his eyes, as if a long-suppressed hope had finally found release. His voice trembled slightly, hopeful yet pleading."Does that mean you forgive me? I know I've made many mistakes, but if you could just give me another chance, maybe we can start again."I looked at him quietly.The hope in his eyes grew stronger, as if he'd finally found a lifeline. For a moment, the fatigue faded from his face, and the sharp look he once had came back.He watched me expectantly, awaiting my answer.I shook my head gently. "Evan, I'll always remember that you saved me, and I'll forever be grateful. But we can't go back to the way things were. I can't accept you again. It's not that I hate you. It's just that the feelings are gone."The brightness in his eyes faded instantly. His smile froze, and his gaze became unfocused. He was clearly struggling to acc

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