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.”

and reached to close it behind her, but Arion glanced past her at 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,

the crumpled sheets, the remnants of hours of frustration. “No,” she said quietly. “It’s

at the corner—just in time to

but as she drove aimlessly through 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

disappeared from view before tiptoeing toward the piano room. Her eyes immediately fell on the crumpled drafts scattered

Association had recently begun upgrading its equipment, and this wing wasn’t considered a high priority. The cameras here had been

bent down and picked up one of the discarded sheets. As her

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

the melody flow from her memory, and the notes stirred something in her. It was richer, more emotionally resonant than anything her assigned mentor at the