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

"I'd like to learn from Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this for me, okay? It's been my

to me, "You

evident. The impostor wanted to expose me, and everyone in

her. "How could I

toward the piano. Atlas followed behind

touched the keys when we reached the piano, feeling a

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

back at his handsome face, teasingly

Everyone followed us.

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

and handed it to Tristan who had been with