The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Harry's performance started almost immediately.

In the world of classical music, he was a legend on the violin-people might question his character, but no one ever doubted his talent.

He was one of the rare few who could even attempt to play *The Gaze*.

Harry only held a concert once every three years. Tickets were so coveted that they sold out instantly, and even the wealthy sometimes had to call in favors just to get a seat.

Anyone who managed to attend his concerts was either rich, powerful, or both.

Maybe that's why Harry carried himself with such arrogance, barely bothering to acknowledge anyone else he moved in circles of influence that most could only dream of.

Tonight, the audience was nearly delirious with excitement. A single ticket to this competition now offered a chance to witness Harry perform live—a privilege money usually couldn't buy.

People whipped out their phones, eager to capture the moment and later boast about it to their friends.

But this wasn't just any piece he was playing. This was *The Gaze*.

To perform *The Gaze* flawlessly required at least ten times the effort and concentration of an ordinary piece.

Even at his own concerts, Harry dared to play only one such challenging piece per night—any more, and even he risked losing focus and making mistakes.

Videos of Harry performing these notoriously difficult works were still used as masterclasses for aspiring violinists around the world.

His technique was simply peerless.

sat in stunned silence, still spellbound

secretly hoped for a slip-up-were left

was just

out of the competition,

reappeared on stage did the

unbelievable! At this rate, Harry could probably go head-to-head

truly a prodigy-outshining the master. Mr. Walden has a sharp eye for talent

same kind of potential-that's probably

liked the guy, but you can't argue with that level of skill." "Stella's finished. Harry's going to

Harry stepped off the stage, basking in

was pleased with

his off

*The Gaze* It required total mental and physical

he felt sharper

him was

lot

decades, now shaken by someone as insignificant as

was hoping

Stella and restore

could practice for a century and

to just cut his losses and erase Stella from the scene altogether, Harry thought. With her talent,