Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 371

The woman's slender, delicate fingers danced across the strings of the

instrument.

A beautiful melody floated through the night, gentle and lingering.

For a moment, Donna simply listened, lost in the music-until suddenly, it hit her. "Wait, is this... Grandpa's Song?"

Ms. Kensington could play this piece too!

Unable to contain her excitement, Donna pulled out her phone and began recording the scene.

Briony hadn't touched a lute in years. At first, her fingers fumbled, the notes a bit uncertain. But soon enough, she found her rhythm, her confidence returning with every chord.

The music drifted beyond the garden, drawing in members of the production crew. The director glanced at his assistant.

The assistant immediately produced a stabilizer and handed it over.

The director switched on the camera, capturing the moment with smooth, steady movements.

Ferdinand stood to the side, his own phone quietly recording.

When the final note faded, the entire group fell silent.

Then, with a rush, applause broke out.

Rosita, Bill, and Daisy- everyone else

lute close, gave a graceful bow,

were incredible! Have you ever

My grandfather hired a folk music teacher for me. I started when I was eight, but I didn't keep up with

see you've got real training. I just recorded

her options for a moment, then nodded. "I don't

director grinned. "We'll have the editors cut it in. Before it airs, I'll

smile

in the guest room, Rosita

only Rosita and

he looked at her. "You were

a beat, but she knew there was no point pretending now. There was no way she could keep filming the

dodged a bullet tonight by pretending

were supposed

and two nights.

to

way she

avoiding

it.

finally met Bill's eyes. She decided to come

"Yes. I was pretending."

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