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.

not

possibly be talking about? Bella was married to me for three years and spent every day living with me, so why does she have more to say

by the sudden cold. “Damn, why is it suddenly

more pieces before the spotlight shifted to Zoe, Christian’s talented protege. Zoe graced the stage in a stunning green chiffon gown, embellished

sister on stage, enthusiastically waved at her. “Zoe! Zoe, look

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

front of the piano, resembling a swan’s elegance. Her ten fingers delicately touched the black and white

was Mozart’s “Turkish March”.

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

the precision of well-trained muscle memory, her fingers effortlessly

the piano as a child.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “If you

she declared, her certainty evident in

suffered severe damage, leaving her little finger completely paralyzed and powerless. Countless rehabilitation sessions and hours of effort and sweat were poured into restoring the remaining fingers

harbored no regrets about