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.

last note faded, the entire hall sat in

secretly hoped for a slip-up-were

just too

stand a chance; she'd be forced out of the competition,

finally reappeared on stage did

rate, Harry could probably go head-to-head with Mr. Walden

a prodigy-outshining the master. Mr. Walden has a sharp eye for talent to have mentored someone like

of

admit, I've never liked the guy, but you can't argue with that level of skill."

Harry stepped off the stage,

was pleased with his

his

piece as demanding as *The Gaze* It required total mental and physical focus; a single lapse could

felt sharper

beating him was next

there'd been a lot

now shaken by

Walden was hoping

Stella

could practice for a century and stit

altogether, Harry thought. With her talent, she might even surpass him one day if given