Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 852:

Time seemed to blur as Fiona sat there, her mind spiraling into a dark, empty void. Then, the announcer’s voice cut through her thoughts, clear and sharp. “The final piece of the competition is Paganini’s Caprice No. 24.”

Fiona let out a bitter laugh, a sound tinged with irony and regret. It was a piece she had never mastered, not because she couldn’t, but because she hadn’t cared enough to try. She had let laziness rob her of this moment.

The laugh bubbled up from deep within her, spilling out uncontrollably until tears mixed with it, streaming down her face, etching a path of sorrow across her cheeks.

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She laughed until the sound of it became a desperate, hollow echo. Then, amidst her despair, she heard the unmistakable rhythm of approaching footsteps, the heavy yet steady click of leather shoes against the floor.

Was

still burned in her eyes. When she turned around, she froze.

catching in her throat. Of all people, Cody was the last person she had expected to

been lurking in the shadows of the backstage, his eyes scanning the audience until they landed

come to watch

flared within her, and she hastily wiped the tears from her face. She pushed herself up, forcing a composed demeanor as she faced him. “Mr. Tucker, why are you backstage? Shouldn’t you be in the

her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow sigh, he spoke, his voice heavy with disappointment. “Do you realize

anger as she snapped back at him, “Mistakes? What mistakes? Where did I go wrong? I haven’t done

and shame spilling over. He sighed again, the weight of regret pressing down on him. “I was genuinely pleased

are you trying to say? Don’t forget, luck is also a part of strength. And my luck has been incredibly good.” She pounded her chest, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, trying desperately to