The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Felipa's motives weren't hard to figure out.

But using someone else's misfortune for personal gain-that was something Stella could never accept.

The more Abby thought about it, the angrier she became. "Back when you were rehearsing, you helped her so much-even gave her one of your own violins. She never once thanked you, and now she turns around and stabs you in the back! How can someone be so shameless?"

Felipa didn't come from a wealthy family; the violin she used was a cheap, worn- out model that couldn't do justice to her talent. Stella had noticed Felipa's potential—and her genuine love for music. Since they'd become partners, Stella decided to help her out, choosing a violin that actually suited Felipa's playing style.

But in the end, Felipa bit the hand that fed her.

Stella asked quietly, "Have you been able to get in touch with the organizers?"

Abby nodded. "Yes, I've already spoken to them and explained everything that's happened."

"What did they say?"

"They promised to clarify things for us as soon as possible. An official statement will carry a lot more weight than anything we say ourselves. Still, with how fast rumors spread online, there's no telling whether people will actually believe it."

Stella shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm not in this for popularity or attention. Abby, don't let what others say get to you."

sighed and

just didn't want any more mud slung her

the online fallout; plenty of trolls were twisting the story, trying to force Stella out of the competition. Abby had no intention of backing down-she was ready to fight them every

hospital room. To her surprise, Joshua was

hurried over. "Joshua, you're awake. How do you feel? Are you

a glass of water. "Here, have some water

took the cup. “Thanks.” He finished it

accepted the empty cup from him. "Would

his head. "No, I'm good." Looking at her, he added,

TV mounted on the wall. Felipa was

sobbing for the cameras,

surrounded by sympathetic

a

voices condemning Stella,

calm and unbothered. "It's just public opinion. I'm not

bandaged hand. "You

"It's nothing