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!"

you want me to 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

fists clenched, his knuckles turning white, eyes burning

and shot to his

happen, placed a

Harry with a hard, icy

is. She couldn't even compete with me when I was ten, yet over here, 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,

get to finish. A drink came flying across the table, splashing straight into

He fell silent, stunned.

To my mother and to my mentor. Right

are you okay?” Rachel hurried

the sticky drink from his face and let out a twisted laugh. "And who are you to demand that?" Antoney's

you still spit on her name! Just admit it-so long as

amused, his smile cruel. "So what? She

hands trembled with

across the table and hit him. If it weren't for Stella's competition,

his gaze drifting to Stella, who looked