Beyond the Divorce

The proposal immediately garnered everyone's support, and they all chimed in, "Then let Ms. Stella grace us with a piece."

I glanced at the impostor, her innocent expression masking her malicious delight.

Even Celine joined in, "That's a splendid idea."

Of course, I knew the impostor was aware of my memory loss. How could I possibly play the piano?

The crowd quickly cleared a path to the piano. As I gazed at it, it seemed exactly like the one from my recurring dreams.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for me.

Atlas's hand on my waist tightened. I looked up at him, and he gazed back, saying, "Don't worry, I'll play for you. It's been a while since I played for you."

He must have wanted to shield me. He probably feared I couldn't do it.

used to be Stella's forte. Atlas once told me they won

piano skills. Don't ruin this for me, okay? It's been my dream

me, "You can't do it, can

evident. The impostor wanted to expose me, and everyone

at her. "How could

at Atlas and headed toward the piano.

touched the keys when we

close. He looked reluctant to let me do it, but he still

handsome face,

Everyone followed us.

bench, I gazed at the pristine keys, feeling

it to Tristan who had been with us all along. He then sat gracefully beside me, and we exchanged a magical smile. en