Broken Pianist, Unbreakable Spirit Returns

Juilliard pianist, engaged to tech genius Joshua C

apped. The ransom was fifty million

to close a business deal, leaving me to be tortured for fiftee

to him, bleeding and terrified,

doing?" he hissed. "Are yo

nstitution for three years, steal

ir success just popped up on my phone, with a

ll the broken girl

o find out how

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dragging me back to the exact spot I'd fought so hard to leave behind. Today, that circle was drawn by a d

eyes. Sunlight filtered through the grimy window, painting streaks across the worn seats. I usually spent this time watching

e, most of it meaningless. I rarely dove deep, preferring to skim the surface, a detached observer. My life now was simple, quiet. I liked it that way. Most of t

even after three years, could still send a

mogul, Joshua Cunningham' s right-hand, his indispensable partner. People were gushing in the comments,

count with a peculiar username, one I instinctively recognized. Giselle' s personal, less publi

d Joshua, both beaming. "Always seeking attention, always playing the victim. So glad tha

erence, cruel and cutting. A public shaming in plain sight

d a shield. But this wasn't just chatter. This was Giselle. And that specific phrase, "manufactured ch

a deliberate, delayed provocation. Like a predator, she had wai

But that comment, her personal one, was quickly rocketing to the top. People were di

diamond pendant. It wasn't just any pendant. It was a custom piece, one Joshua had designed. It was my engagement gift from him, meant to

en their fragile world crumbles. They don't understand that true worth is earned, not inherited. Joshua and I built this

ed of premeditation, of a long-held desire, finally sated. It was a

side, the bustling city, blurred into a stream of colors. I wasn't intereste

on filled with a d

e people just

out his ex. She was

ys seemed like the steady o

in agreement. Some quest

necessary? So pa

irt? What happened

ents started to appear,

alking about? The real estate heiress who go

mpared to Giselle. Giselle always lo

, disheveled, hollow-eyed, my beautiful wedding dress torn and stained. My hair, once meticulously styled,

rity event, where Joshua was the guest of honor, giving a keynote speech. Giselle stood beside him,

sion

g, his lips twisting into a sneer as I stumbled towards him. He hadn't seen a woman who had

low, but sharp enough to cut through the hushed murmurs o

kin. Not the terror still clinging to me like a shroud. Just the disruption. The

y to be met wi

sweeping over me with a mixture of pity and something colder, something triumphant. She had offered a bl

t to the vibrant tech titan, Joshua. And me, the disheveled, screaming mess, the "drama queen," the "victim" w

d glass pressing into my palm. It wasn't just