The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 272

The young woman had made quite a match-her husband's family was loaded.

To keep Mr. Walden from pestering her any further, she returned every cent he'd ever given her, repaying all the support he'd provided when she'd needed it most. But was it really the money that mattered to Mr. Walden?

He'd invested so much of himself, so much time and heart, only to wind up being used as a stepping stone for her marriage.

From that moment on, Mr. Walden developed a deep aversion to the idea of the so-called "stay-at-home wife.” In his mind, a housewife who hadn't touched her violin in five years—no matter how gifted she once was would have had her talent worn down to nothing by now.

With a heavy sigh, Mr. Walden realized he'd lost hope in ever finding the person he was searching for.

He stood up and said, "Well, if that's the case, then let's just forget it."

Seeing he was about to leave, Rachel hurried to block his path.

"Mr. Walden, I'm actually her junior from the academy. Would you... would you consider giving me a chance?"

you'd graduated from the Vanderbilt Academy of Musical Arts and had a recommendation from Mr. O'Brien himself, perhaps I'd

his head.

Neo-Vespera University. It was simply that,

even heard of this Rachel.

Well, she probably wasn't anything

even granted a moment's thought. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked pleadingly at Haynes, her expression

furrowed his brow, then rose and walked over

Walden, if you'd be willing to give Rachel a chance, consider it a

want me to owe them favors. If everyone tried to shove their

made both Haynes

Walden was no ordinary man-he knew who not to offend, and when to soften his

new group of promising musicians for my upcoming research fellowship.

he nodded to them both

sat across from a handsome,

a hurry-what's so important?" The night before, Stella had gotten a sudden call from Foreman Richards, saying there was something urgent he needed to discuss. She'd pressed him for details, but he refused to say anything over the phone, insisting they meet