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.

note faded, the entire hall sat in stunned silence, still

secretly hoped for

was just too

forced out of the competition, maybe out of the scene

host finally reappeared on stage

this rate, Harry could probably go head-to-head

the master. Mr. Walden has a sharp eye for talent to have

same kind of

liked the guy, but you can't argue with that

satisfied smile, Harry stepped off the stage, basking in the chorus of

with his

his off

demanding as *The Gaze* It required total mental and physical focus; a

felt

Stella, beating him

there'd been a lot

shaken by someone as

was hoping

Stella

could practice for a century and

cut his losses and erase Stella from the scene altogether, Harry thought. With her talent, she might even surpass him one day if given the