The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 313

The concert officially began.

The renowned pianist, Christian, gracefully ascended the stage. She was adorned in an elegant deep blue velvet gown. Seated at the entirely black grand piano, she began to perform her renowned composition, ‘Seasons in the Wind’, captivating the audience.

The audience was immersed in the enchanting melody, and a tranquil hush filled the auditorium.

Even though the piano piece was lovely, Bella’s attention was fixated on Christian’s dark blue gown. This unique haute couture dress was the only one of its kind in the world. It was personally designed by the internationally acclaimed fashion designer Sharon-Bella herself. Individuals of such international high-end talent, celebrity status, and virtuous character, with a distinguished reputation, were the only ones deemed worthy to wear a gown designed by Sharon.

Justin sat through the performance, but it did not capture his interest at all. His fists were clenched so tight that his arms subtly trembled.

Throughout the concert, he tried hard to hide his frustration, but his eyes stayed fixed on Bella. She looked stunning, and every move she made seemed to bother him.

Occasionally, Christopher and Bella leaned in, exchanging soft, whispered words. Bella nodded with a playful glint in her eyes, seeming like she was genuinely entertained by whatever Christopher was saying.

Justin pressed his lips together, and he gripped his fists so hard that his veins popped out. His face turned pale, like it was covered in a layer of frost.

could not look away.

years and spent every day living with me, so why does she

why is it suddenly so cold?

spotlight shifted to Zoe, Christian’s talented protege. Zoe graced the stage in a stunning green chiffon gown, embellished with silk flowers. This accentuated her ethereal charm, making her appear like a

excited to see his sister on stage, enthusiastically waved at her. “Zoe! Zoe, look over here! It’s your

urge to kick him down from the balcony. Meanwhile, Zoe, who was on stage, remained blissfully unaware of her brother’s disruptive antics on the second floor. Her face, as radiant as a full moon, beamed with a confident smile as she elegantly bowed

in front of the piano, resembling a swan’s elegance. Her ten fingers delicately touched the black and white keys, producing a seamless flow of smooth notes,

classical composition was Mozart’s “Turkish

at Zoe’s captivating performance. Her eyes were gleaming with admiration. However, a

the precision of well-trained muscle memory, her fingers effortlessly followed the lively melody. Surprisingly, the once-crippled little finger seemed

He leaned in, whispering in her

idea, her trembling fingers clenching tightly. “It’s impossible,” she declared, her certainty evident in her voice. “Those days are long

leaving her little finger completely paralyzed and powerless. Countless

harbored no regrets about saving Justin.