A Heart Shattered by Love

"Evan, water..."I woke up from anesthesia with a throat so dry it felt like it was splitting apart.However, Evan Whitmore didn't even glance up. He was glued to his phone. His fingers were flitting quickly across the screen.It wasn't until the nurse walked in and noticed my parched lips that someone finally responded. She hurried toward me. "Mrs. Whitmore, do you need something? Let me get it for you."Only then did Evan raise his head, apparently realizing I was awake. "Cecilia said she'll be here soon," he said flatly."I don't want to see her," I whispered.He sighed impatiently, as if I was exhausting him. "Can you stop making a scene? She didn't do it intentionally. I already told you. She bought those vitamins for me. She wasn't trying to hurt you."I pushed through the stabbing pain in my chest and forced myself to respond. "How could it have been a mistake? The packaging isn't even close to mine.""Do you have to be so dramatic? You're fine now, aren't you?""Fine?

I stood silently outside the piano shop as the music faded into silence.I took out my phone and dialed the number of Diego Leonard, the conductor of our orchestra. My voice trembled as I spoke. "Is it... Is it possible for me to come back?"The line was quiet for a moment before an angry voice exploded, "I told you not to leave back then! Now you regret it? Now you finally think about coming back?"His scolding made my eyes sting. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't find a single word to say.Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back."Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder.Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined.Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your div

A few days later, I received the divorce agreement from Evan. It was already signed.And then we filed the divorce together.Five years of marriage were reduced to nothing more than a simple legal document.I had imagined countless times that signing those papers would feel like tearing my heart apart.Yet when I finally held the document, I felt strangely calm. It was as if a heavy stone had been lifted off my chest, making it easier to breathe.With that sense of relief, I returned to the orchestra.After years without practice, my fingers had grown stiff. My friends in the orchestra teased me playfully, "Lost your touch, have you?"I smiled wryly and nodded, gently pressing the piano keys and feeling their warmth again after so long. "I haven't really touched a piano properly in years," I murmured.They stood by, listening carefully as I finished the piece.One of them said, "The emotions in your playing are deeper than ever! What have you been practicing all these years?"

I raised an eyebrow slightly as I listened. Then, I calmly asked, "So, what happened after that? Did Cecilia just endure it?"Diego shook his head. His eyes were filled with clear contempt. "At first, she actually did put up with it. But soon, gossip began spreading around the company that Evan was traveling with a new assistant."Cecilia completely lost it. She caused scenes in the office multiple times, crying and making a fuss. Even worse, Evan eventually transferred her out of the main office. He banished her to a branch in a distant city, completely cutting off her access to company resources."Diego gave a slight shake of his head, sighing with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Cecilia thought she'd successfully climbed to the top, but instead, she fell from heaven straight into hell."After her transfer, Evan basically cut all ties with her, and her privileges vanished overnight. All those so-called friends who had surrounded her suddenly disappeared once she lost her pos

Over time, I gradually got used to Evan's distant presence and chose to ignore him completely.One evening after a performance, I exited the theater, ready to call for a ride. That was when my eyes caught sight of a familiar car parked nearby. It was Evan's car.Someone was standing next to his car and speaking to him animatedly.I couldn't see her face clearly from this distance, but something about her felt vaguely familiar. Instinctively, I looked away, deciding not to engage, and quietly waited for my ride.Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the quiet of the street. "So you're turning me down? Is that it?"Before the words even finished, the woman spun around and rushed directly toward me.Her eyes glowed with a wild fury, and the blade of a knife gleamed in her hand.I froze. My feet were stuck to the pavement, and I was unable to process the danger. I just stood there in shock as she ran at me, holding the knife high.Just when I was overwhelmed with despair and certai