The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

“Mr. Harry never misses a chance to call someone useless—maybe he's just so experienced at being one himself that he's here to teach the rest of us?"

Stella didn't care what people said about her. Their attacks and insults never bothered her.

But insulting the people she cared about? That was something she couldn't let slide.

Now, after Stella's words, everyone stared at her like she'd lost her mind.

Did she really just talk to Harry like that?

Harry was Father Walden's protégé—a man with serious influence in the music world.

Harry's expression darkened, his lips twisting in a cold smile.

He actually laughed, though his anger was barely concealed. "Stella, don't you want to know why Antoney made that bet with me? It's because-"

Antoney cut him off abruptly. "Enough!"

shut up, get on your knees and beg. If you can't do that, then stay quiet. The fact that I beat you so easily just proves Nora was

turning white, eyes burning with

longer and shot to his feet. “Harry,

about to happen, placed a steadying hand on Antoney's

with a hard, icy stare. "You insulted my

you Novaris people worship her like some kind of legend. Says a lot about the level of violinists in this country. Nora was a loser—a real one. At least she had enough self-awareness to die young. If she were still alive, she'd just be wasting

didn't get to finish. A drink came flying across the table, splashing

He fell silent, stunned.

voice was glacial. "Apologize. To my

okay?” Rachel hurried over,

face and let out a twisted laugh. "And who are

her name! Just admit it-so long as she was around,

amused, his smile cruel. "So what? She still died

trembled with

not to leap across the table and hit him. If it weren't for Stella's competition, he would have done it

to Stella, who looked just as