The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

He knew that as long as Nora was alive, her status would always eclipse his.

No matter what he did in this life, he could never measure up to Nora.

Her brilliance would forever overshadow him.

But, thankfully, Nora died young.

The day Harry learned of Nora's death, he threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through his empty apartment.

He felt as if fate itself was finally on his side.

No one would ever stand above him again.

After Nora was gone, Harry's career took off like never before.

Apart from Mr. Walden, Harry was unstoppable in the world of violin. No one else could touch his level.

He relished his newfound freedom and power; sometimes, he almost wished Nora could see him now-see how far he'd climbed, to a height she could never hope to reach.

Harry had gotten used to looking down on everyone else. He couldn't even remember what defeat felt like anymore.

But now, as he stared at the violin in front of him, a familiar sense of pressure tightened in his chest.

watched Stella's figure disappear backstage, a cold glint flickering

it was

even younger than Nora had been in her prime; how could she possibly challenge

than Antoney Watson had ever been-he couldn't afford to give

he was around, neither Nora nor her daughter Stella would ever step into the

lights brightened, and Stella's silhouette slowly emerged

the violin in her hands—a violin that

close enough to see clearly, suddenly sat up straight in

That's the

the Nocturne Stella-Nora's legendary

name is Stella? What's her connection

online-supposedly, she's Nora's

so

Stella was famous beyond measure. Back in the day, Nora had used that violin to

death, collectors

figures—for Nocturne Stella, but no one ever managed

Now and then,

completely silent. No news, no

the sight of the legendary instrument. "Not only do we get to see Harry perform tonight,

a competition? It feels more