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

around Atlas's. "I'd like to learn from Stella's piano skills. Don't ruin this

paused, then turned to me, "You can't

at me, their skepticism evident. The impostor wanted

smiled at her. "How could I disappoint

glanced at Atlas and headed toward the piano.

touched the keys when we reached the

looked reluctant to let me do

at his handsome face, teasingly asking,

Everyone followed us.

on the piano bench, I gazed at the pristine keys, feeling like I

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