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.

Stella's figure disappear backstage, a

it was just

Nora had been in her prime;

this girl was more talented than Antoney Watson had ever been-he couldn't afford to give

long as he was around, neither Nora nor her daughter Stella

lights brightened, and Stella's

of the violin in

the judging panel, sitting close enough

That's the

Nocturne

and her name is Stella? What's

seen rumors online-supposedly, she's Nora's

so

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

death, collectors

figures—for Nocturne Stella, but

the violin vanished from the public eye. Now and

ago, Nocturne Stella went completely

"Not only do we get to see Harry perform tonight, we also get to witness the

supposed to be a competition? It feels more like