Chapter 5

I arranged to meet Finn at the courthouse to finalize our divorce paperwork.

Zoran insisted on accompanying me.

He said he wanted to personally witness this momentous occasion.

Because it meant that his relationship with me would be completely legitimate, and he would no longer have to bear the label of being "the other man."

Finn looked like a completely different person that day.

If he hadn't voluntarily shown his ID, along with those familiar mannerisms, I don't think I would have recognized him.

He had shaved his beard and gotten a clean, short haircut.

He stood tall like a noble cypress, moving with a gentle and refined grace that unconsciously drew people in.

Even more striking were his eyes.

Deep and serene, they exuded an otherworldly detachment.

I couldn't help but stare in awe.

My shock was comparable to seeing a rough, uncouth man suddenly transform into an unattainable prince.

Was this really my sloppy husband - no, ex-husband?

Finn gave me a brief, impassive glance, his gaze not lingering on me for long.

I came to my senses and noticed the clerk giving me a look that said, "Are you blind?"

I wanted to pull Finn aside and get some answers.

But he seemed to be in a hurry to leave, apparently unwilling to have much interaction with me.Adding to Zoran's deliberate interference, I didn't even have a chance to speak with Finn.

Shortly after finalizing the divorce with Finn, the national music concert arrived.

Usually at this time, Zoran and I would perform a duet on stage.

However, this time he suddenly had an urgent matter and couldn't make it, so the organizer arranged for someone else to fill in.

Before the performance, I thought this show was doomed to fail.

I hadn't rehearsed with the stand-in at all, and there was no way he could sync with my rhythm.

Unexpectedly, during the performance, his piano playing and my cello playing turned out to be surprisingly well-coordinated.

It was as if we were made for each other.

If my performances with Zoran were like flowing water, then this duet felt like we were of one mind.

Every note from our fingertips seemed to have a life of its own, intertwining and blending seamlessly.

I suddenly felt the excitement of finding a kindred spirit.

I thought to myself that I must get to know this person.

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted.

Our duet had won a standing ovation.

As we stood to leave the stage, the stand-in man finally lifted his head.

My steps towards him suddenly halted.

In that instant, my pupils dilated in shock.

How could it be him?!