My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 232 Kailee’s chest tightened.

She hadn’t anticipated this twist.

Albin’s glowing praise had handed Elizabeth the moment she had so desperately craved for herself.

Kailee’s lack of musical expertise left her fumbling for a response, her mind racing to regain control.

Beside her, Sandra’s calm demeanor didn’t waver.

Years of piano training lent her confidence as she remarked coolly, “The opening isn’t exactly difficult.

Transcriptions are everywhere.

It doesn’t even compare to what Albin played earlier.”

A few voices murmured in agreement, emboldened by Sandra’s remarks.

Elizabeth, a small-town girl with limited resources, had cultivated a skill that outshone the polished education of the elite, making their privilege seem almost trivial.

Elizabeth’s hands stilled briefly on the keys, her head tilted as though gathering her focus.

shifted, assuming the

notes erupted again, freezing

ease of her touch speaking of a deep, unspoken connection

resonating with the wisdom of someone who had seen life in its

though sunlight streamed through after a storm, filling the room

carrying a boldness that transcended gender, daring

a seemingly ordinary housewife, summon such breathtaking

lost in the music, her world narrowing to

features, serene moments ago, now seemed to glow, like a rose in full bloom under a sudden burst of

sat motionless, his cigarette smoldering to ash between his fingers, forgotten in

lips, his gaze

look away—this version of

enthusiast with years of study under his belt,

conceded superiority

to the realm of his

note faded, Elizabeth rose gracefully

guests sat frozen, their minds racing to grasp what they had

anticipated witnessing a performance of this caliber, least of all