The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Joshua couldn't help glancing at her. "Aren't you passionate about the violin? Doesn't this matter to you?"

Stella's voice was calm and measured.

"There are many forms of passion. Competing isn't the only way to prove it.

This time, it really was my fault. Felipa got caught up in the mess because of me. If the organizers decide to disqualify me, I don't have much to argue.

For me, competitions are just one way to grow, not the only one. I don't have to participate at all costs."

The competition was important, sure, but not so important that she'd sacrifice everything for it.

And compared to someone's life, it barely even registered.

Joshua was quiet for a while before he finally said, "You missed the competition to save me. I'll set the record straight for you."

But Stella shook her head. "No matter what I say now, those people looking for trouble will always find something to twist.

You're my assistant-anyone could claim we staged the whole thing. There's no point."

Joshua studied her. "So you're not planning to explain yourself?"

“I will, just not right away. The best time is when people have already decided not to believe a word I say. That's when I'll speak up."

an odd little smile tugged at the corner of his

"Not a bad strategy."

wrong for missing the competition. If Felipa was just looking to ride her coattails for some fame, Stella wouldn't have cared. But if

game? Stella could

Felipa managed to steal from her-Stella would make sure she gave it all back,

gaze, Stella said, "Focus on getting better for now. If you

still haven't answered my question from

remembered what he'd asked right before they wheeled her into the ER. "Weren't you

honestly.

was.

in the

get you out,

really thinking about it-ey

make the choice all over again, I'm not sure I'd have the courage to

way, I owe you my thanks

to thank me. If you hadn't

blow-I'd

one

in

able to compete in the next round, or hold

really, you don't owe