The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Without waiting for a reaction from the judges, Harry simply started playing the video himself, not caring what anyone thought.

Both the online audience and those in the hall leaned forward, eager for the kind of backstage gossip that always spices up a competition. The cameraman obligingly zoomed in for a close-up of Harry's phone.

The video picked up at the moment Stella asked, "So? What's the wager?"

Antoney let out a cold laugh. “I really thought Harry was shameless enough to handle any situation. Turns out he's not so impressive after all."

Harry had carefully edited out the earlier parts where he'd insulted Antoney and Stella's mother, leaving only the part about the bet.

The terms they'd set were equally harsh. Stella's challenge had a sting to it—a clear jab at Harry's pride. Harry's, on the other hand, demanded that Stella never play the violin again if she lost. On the surface, it seemed Stella was getting the worse end of the deal, but for many, dignity matters more than life itself. In truth, the stakes were equally devastating.

online, Harry played the video for all to see. Unless the judges gave a clear, unequivocal answer, there

while Harry was a

of the more diplomatic judges spoke up. “Mr. Harry, your personal skill is beyond question, and your recent performance was truly flawless. But this is a team competition. We're judging the group, not just

the issue back to

a moment, he was at a loss for words. As a professional, he simply couldn't find fault with Stella and Antoney's teamwork. Though he hated

him look petty.

to let things end so easily. He spoke up again. “A wager

atmosphere in the hall grew even more charged. A renowned master challenging a rookie-how humiliating was that? Especially when the price of losing

singling her out.

belittles them, pushing them to their limits until they can't take it anymore. Some quit the field, some fall into