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.

had never disclosed her ability to play the violin before. Furthermore, his research yielded no information about her connections with renowned musicians. Being both a lawyer and a violinist, how many more secrets lie behind this

the table, both the hosts

you were a powerful and talented businesswoman,

chimes in, her voice full of genuine admiration. “Thank you so much for this

evident through a slight frown and tight grip on her champagne glass. Emily tries to force a smile,

everyone,” Sophia says graciously, attempting to ease the tension. “I’m glad I could step in and help make this evening memorable for

be proud of?” someone shouts from the audience, their voice filled with

Paus and the piece,” the anonymous voice continues to shout. “You are

harsh words, as she has not surprised to realize that the person

voices from the crowd chime in with questions, creating a wave of uncertainty and doubt in the room. Who was that?” and “How could she possibly have known that piece?” echo through the ballroom, intensifying

to address the audience and provide an explanation to

Emily insists. In her head, however, Emily

casts a glance at the person feigning kind insistence, “I do not owe

do. Just explain how you know that piece so well,” she retorts, hoping for an explanation

at Emily firmly, Sophia stands her ground. “Emily, you always seem to be looking for a way to embarrass me. And

I’ve said this to you before, but let me repeat it. You are extremely nosy, and I would

the ballroom. Surprised by his timely arrival as 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 revealed