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.

Atlas once told

cooed, wrapping her arms around Atlas's. "I'd like to learn from Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this for me, okay? It's been my dream to listen to her play." Atlas's eyes

paused, then turned to me, "You

their skepticism evident. The impostor wanted to

smiled at her. "How could I

glanced at Atlas and headed toward the piano. Atlas followed behind me, surprised by my

the keys when we

looked reluctant to let me do it, but he still whispered, "Can

at his handsome face,

Everyone followed us.

the pristine keys, feeling like I was in

been with us all along. He then sat gracefully beside me, and we