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.

once told me they

Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this for me, okay? It's been my dream to listen to her play." Atlas's

then turned to me, "You can't do it,

their skepticism evident. The impostor wanted

"How could I disappoint

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

the keys when we

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

his handsome

Everyone followed us.

the piano bench, I gazed at the pristine keys, feeling like I was in a dream

falter, Atlas removed his jacket and handed it to Tristan who had been with us all along. He then sat