My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1052:

Although Carrie said she had not seen him at the Music Association, this was the age of information. Even he, a man of tradition, knew how to use WhatsApp and watch short videos. Surely, she could reach him through her phone.

No. The truth was simpler—she just was not focused. Her attention was scattered. Between her rare visits to the Music Association and her other ventures—acting, scriptwriting, running a business—it was clear where her energy went.

People only had so much to give. And the more she split herself across everything, the less she had left for music. She did not even start with an advantage. Compared to the other students, she had more gaps than strengths. Her only edge was a bit of raw instinct.

Instinct, though powerful, was never enough on its own. Kendall had witnessed this repeatedly. Talent might ignite the flame, but it was the hard work that fueled it into something greater.

The more Kendall thought about it, the more his frustration grew. He nearly turned to scold Carrie—but stopped.

His own wife had

he said nothing. Just looked at Carrie for a moment, then turned away, bitter and quiet. In his heart, he mourned for

interest gradually faded. As attention drifted, hushed conversations began to ripple through the

their voices low, but Carrie still

Arion and asked, “I heard them mention

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composer,” Arion replied with an

widened in

her surprise as anxiety, quickly reassured her, “Don’t worry about it. It’s all just baseless gossip. Aliza’s piece and Randell’s new song share a few elements, so

some of Randell’s tracks on the way here—his composer often

was filled with seasoned professionals—composers, judges, and instructors. They wouldn’t mistake basic tonal similarities for true