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---- Chapter 59: Supporting His Wife With Everything He Had Aaron finally exhaled, his tense shoulders relaxing at last. On stage, the emcee had just stepped away, and every eye in the ballroom was now glued to Clara. She walked up to the grand piano with quiet confidence, her every move poised and elegant. As she sat down on the bench, she gently clasped her hands together, warming them up with a few subtle stretches. And then-she began to play. Her fingers moved like water-light, fluid, precise. A delicate melody floated through the hall, weaving a spell over the silent crowd.

It was a soft, dreamy piece-romantic, wistful. The kind of song that painted pictures in your ---- mind: golden leaves drifting through an autumn breeze, a love story whispered beneath the falling light. Clara had chosen a classic-one every piano student knew. The reason? Familiar songs left no room to fake it. Either you had the skill... or you didn't. But Clara had the skill. Her mother had been a certified level-ten piano instructor. Clara had started playing before she could even read. At two years old, she'd been propped up on the bench with tiny hands reaching for the keys.

Her mom had always said she had "piano fingers"-long, elegant, made for the instrument. And Clara didn't just practice. She loved it. Hours of playing flew by like minutes when she was a child, absorbed in the music, learning every note by heart. She'd gotten rusty in recent years-life had a ---- way of getting in the way-but this piece? It was muscle memory. Her fingers knew the path by heart. As she played, she slipped into the music like it was a time machine.

For a moment, she was that little girl again, sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains, her mother's soft voice gently humming along, the scent of fresh tea in the air. Her mother's hands guiding hers, her praise warm and proud... Piano had always been a love-but never the love. Clara had chosen medicine over music in the end. She never got certified, never competed, never performed. So she honestly had no idea how she measured up against the real pros.

All she remembered was her mother once smiling at her and saying, "You've already surpassed me." Her fingers flowed from note to note, every sound resonant and rich. ---- The melody painted colors in the air-vivid, crisp, breathtaking. When the last note drifted into silence, the room stayed frozen for a beat... then exploded in thunderous applause. Sebastian-cold, proud, impossible-to-please Sebastian-was the first to shoot to his feet, clapping like a man possessed. He even rushed up to the stage, eyes lit with raw emotion. "That was stunning!

I haven't heard a performance that moving in years!" Clara stood from the bench and offered a modest bow, calm and gracious. The emcee scrambled back onto the stage, reading from the data flashing on the giant screen behind them. "And our final results for Mrs. Devereaux are in-188 votes!" He practically shouted, "That's a total of 18.8 million dollars raised!" A wave of shock rippled through the audience. ---- Aaron was already waiting at the foot of the stairs as Clara descended. His expression was a mixture of awe, pride, and something else-something deeper.

She looked like a goddess to him. Ethereal, glowing, untouchable. Yet still, somehow, his. He pulled her into his arms, one hand sliding to her waist. His eyes never left hers. Sebastian approached quickly. "Mrs. Devereaux, may I ask-who was your teacher?" Clara smiled warmly. "My mom. I've never studied formally. Just years of practice at home." Sebastian looked a little stunned. "Incredible... Might I ask her name?" Realizing he was being a bit too forward, he gave a sheepish chuckle. "Apologies-I got carried away. Your technique is exquisite.

If you don't mind, may I have your contact information? I'd love to exchange ideas sometime." Gasps echoed nearby. Was this really Sebastian?