After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#23 “You are A Fraud!”

With the decision made, Sophia retrieves her Stradivari’s from the backstage area where it was stored for the auction. She adjusts the tuning pegs until the G, D, A, and E notes are flawless. Taking a deep breath, Sophia walks out onto the center stage.

The orchestra has been cleared, and just a chair is magnified by a spotlight. The audience begins to quiet as they notice someone has finally taken the seat, but as Sophia settles in to play, several people let out disbelieving noises.

However, once Sophia begins to play, the audience is captivated. Her fingers, nimble and precise, dance effortlessly across the strings, producing a melody that seems to float like silk in the air.

As Sophia closes her eyes, fully immersed in the music, her body sways in harmony with the emotional peaks and valleys of the concerto. Her bow glides smoothly over the strings, drawing out a velvety sound that seemed to caress the very soul of the listeners.

Enraptured by her skill and artistry, the audience holds their breath in awe of the exquisite performance unfolding before them. The concerto becomes a story, woven delicately by her every stroke, conveying emotions transcending words.

Sophia’s style of playing the piece is different from her friend’s way of playing the music. While he played with a polished, refined, sharp edge, Sophia played more gracefully and fluidly. However, most of the audience could not tell any difference in performance.

As the piece ends and Sophia sighs, the audience is momentarily silent before erupting into vigorous applause. The thunderous sound fills the concert hall.

play the violin before. Furthermore, his research yielded no information about her connections

both the hosts and guests

rapturous applause. “I knew you were a powerful and talented businesswoman, but I

in, her voice full of

smiles warmly as she looks around the table. The smiles she receives are genuine, except for Emily, whose jealousy is becoming evident through a slight frown and tight grip on her champagne glass. Emily tries to force a smile, but her envy

ease the tension. “I’m glad I could step in and help make this evening

say that would be something Maestro Paus would be proud

the anonymous voice continues to shout. “You are a fraud! That was a complete distortion and, frankly,

words, as she has not surprised to realize that

of uncertainty and doubt in the room. Who was that?” and “How could she possibly

rushes to Sophia’s side, urging her to address the audience

to this,” Emily insists. In her head, however, Emily is relishing in

a glance at the person feigning kind insistence, “I do not owe them anything,”

piece so well,” she retorts, hoping for an explanation that she’s sure Sophia cannot

her ground. “Emily, you always seem to be looking for a way to embarrass me. And frankly, I am getting

before, but let me repeat it. You are extremely nosy, and I would very much like you to stay out of my personal business,” she

Sophia sees him rushing towards her, ready to express his gratitude for stepping in to perform. If he were a minute late, she will have