The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 313

The concert officially began.

The renowned pianist, Christian, gracefully ascended the stage. She was adorned in an elegant deep blue velvet gown. Seated at the entirely black grand piano, she began to perform her renowned composition, ‘Seasons in the Wind’, captivating the audience.

The audience was immersed in the enchanting melody, and a tranquil hush filled the auditorium.

Even though the piano piece was lovely, Bella’s attention was fixated on Christian’s dark blue gown. This unique haute couture dress was the only one of its kind in the world. It was personally designed by the internationally acclaimed fashion designer Sharon-Bella herself. Individuals of such international high-end talent, celebrity status, and virtuous character, with a distinguished reputation, were the only ones deemed worthy to wear a gown designed by Sharon.

Justin sat through the performance, but it did not capture his interest at all. His fists were clenched so tight that his arms subtly trembled.

Throughout the concert, he tried hard to hide his frustration, but his eyes stayed fixed on Bella. She looked stunning, and every move she made seemed to bother him.

Occasionally, Christopher and Bella leaned in, exchanging soft, whispered words. Bella nodded with a playful glint in her eyes, seeming like she was genuinely entertained by whatever Christopher was saying.

Justin pressed his lips together, and he gripped his fists so hard that his veins popped out. His face turned pale, like it was covered in a layer of frost.

could not look away.

married to me for three years and spent every day living with me, so why does she have more to say to

was baffled by the sudden cold. “Damn, why is it suddenly so cold? The air conditioning is too strong…”

protege. Zoe graced the stage in a stunning green chiffon gown, embellished with silk flowers. This accentuated

excited to see his sister on stage, enthusiastically waved at her. “Zoe!

the balcony. Meanwhile, Zoe, who was on stage, remained blissfully unaware of her brother’s disruptive antics on the second floor. Her face, as radiant as a

ten fingers delicately touched the black and white keys, producing a seamless flow of smooth

was Mozart’s “Turkish

at Zoe’s captivating performance. Her eyes were gleaming with admiration. However, a subtle

and with the precision of well-trained muscle memory, her fingers effortlessly

as a child.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “If you had chosen to pursue music back then, your skill would undoubtedly surpass hers

brushed aside the idea, her trembling fingers clenching tightly. “It’s impossible,” she declared, her certainty evident in her voice. “Those days are long gone.”

Kridor, she carried the heavily injured Justin back to the army camp. The ligaments in her left hand suffered severe damage, leaving her little finger completely paralyzed and powerless. Countless rehabilitation sessions and hours of effort and sweat were poured into restoring the

Bella harbored no regrets

side by side for world peace. It was not Justin the scumbag she saved, but