My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1018:

The window was slightly ajar, and through it came the faint, layered hum of others practicing in distant rooms. Carrie had rarely practiced at the Association before. She had assumed that most of the members, confident in their talent and status…

Carrie had always believed that good music didn’t need to be flashy or complex. It simply needed to evoke emotion—to reach the listener’s heart. That was what her grandfather’s music had always done so effortlessly.

Before she realized it, she had filled sheet after sheet of paper, each covered in revisions, scribbles, and fragments of failed ideas. One by one, she crumpled them and tossed them into the trash bin. But the trash overflowed. Soon, balled-up drafts were spilling onto the floor around her.

A knock broke the silence. “Carrie, are you still practicing?” came Arion’s voice from the other side of the door.

Carrie rubbed her aching temples, rising from the bench. “No, I’m done. Let’s go home.”

the mess by the piano and said, “No need to shut it. No one else comes in here anyway. I’ll call someone to clean up later.” Then, with a hint of concern, he added, “Are you

glanced at the crumpled sheets, the remnants of hours of frustration. “No,” she said quietly. “It’s just a pile

of view, Aliza stood at the corner—just

the city, she suddenly remembered her own upcoming Music Association assessment. She had already purchased a composition from a top conservatory student, but she wasn’t yet familiar with

building, Aliza waited until they disappeared from view before tiptoeing toward the piano room.

recently begun upgrading its equipment, and this wing

room. She bent down and picked up one of the

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around the paper. This—this was far better than the expensive score she

in her. It was