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.

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

from Stella's piano skills. Don't

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

wanted to expose me,

"How could I

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

the keys when we reached

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

looked back at his handsome face, teasingly asking, "Take

Everyone followed us.

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

Tristan who had been with us all along. He then sat gracefully beside me,