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His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

ouded in a cold, gray mist. It mat

servatory, filled with the ghosts of music past. She was a small woman with eyes that held

she was correcting, her face breaki

at do I owe t

desk and placed my hands on it, the pros

my voice flat and devoid of the warmth she was used to

change your mind? Is it too much,

r gaze directly. "I' m e

ok off her glasses and polished them wi

e serious.

y n

it's insane! The panel, the critics... they'll tear you apart. They

t t

her voice pleading. "She's David's protégée. The en

n't c

k tarnishing that memory with... with this?" She gestured vaguely at my

rotect me, but they only

I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "And I

oundly beside me. A former winner retained the right to compete in any future competition with

il

saw something there she hadn't seen in five years. Not

ie?" she asked soft

he truth was a weapon, and I ha

woke up,

further, my phone buz

Sarah' s final rehearsal. She' s extrao

se in m

ert hall where the rehearsals were being held. I slipped in t

ng across the keys. David stood in the wings, watching her with an expression

hnicians and staff applauded. David walke

ice carrying in the empty hall.

t they we

passionate kiss that spoke of years

the public worship, the five years of

n her pretty face. "What about Olivia's p

und that was both d

ttle comeback is just a feel-good story for the papers. A sad, broken t

anymore. We can finally convince her to retire for good. Sell her

broke

s to him. A prop.

l, gasping for air. I drove home

the mantelpiece. It was an antique, a gift from David on our first annivers

d been a symbol of ou

monument to

. I walked over to the mantelpiec

up the

t high abo

t against the m

gears and cylinders flew across the room. T

from my throat. The sound was ugly, animalistic. It was the sound of

nt door

s that noise? A

e, thick with

on the floor, surrounded by the debris of

music box! Wh

, reaching out to

ed out, flinchi

oisonous balm. "It's just the stress of the performance.

race, to comfort the woman he h

et

y vowed to make him pay for every

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His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback
“The ghost of my right hand ached, a constant reminder of the car crash that stole my career as a concert pianist five years ago. My husband, tech mogul David Miller, had lovingly built me a gilded cage-a penthouse palace where I was his celebrated, wounded wife, a testament to my sacrifice. "It's a masterpiece, David. The whole thing," I overheard his best friend, Mark, say. "The comeback story, the adoring husband. You've played it perfectly." My fingers hovered over the piano keys in my studio. My breath caught. "Still," Mark pressed, his voice dropping, "that car crash... it was perfectly staged. How could you know Olivia would sacrifice her hand to save you?" My world crumbled. Staged? I crept to the library door, peeking through the crack. David, swirling amber liquid, smirked. "Because she loves me," he purred, "just as I love Sarah." Sarah Jenkins. His protégé. The brilliant pianist who had risen in my place. "Ollie was always in the way," he continued. "Her talent... it was too loud. Sarah needed a clear path. I gave her one." My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a scream. The charity galas, the custom gowns, the public adoration-it wasn't love. It was a cover-up. My agonizing years of practice, my belief that my music was a testament to our shared survival-all a grotesque joke. He hadn't honored my sacrifice; he'd celebrated his crime. My life, my love, my loss-all a meticulously crafted lie. My world didn't just crumble; it was obliterated. In the rubble, cold, hard revenge began to sprout. He thought he had silenced me, turned me into a beautiful, broken symbol. He was wrong. I would not be a guest performer at the Golden Rose. I would be a competitor. I would take back everything he had stolen. I would burn his entire empire to the ground.”
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