The Man You Called Cheap
Language: en
The pitying, prying eyes of my colleagues pricked at my skin like needles. It was only then, in that suffocating silence, that I realized Elena and I should have ended things a long time ago. After seven years of building her career from nothing, after being the shadow behind her spotlight, I was still the one man forbidden from touching the piano her father had left her. But just moments ago, Jace—the new kid in the orchestra, all bright eyes and practiced charm—had pointed to the Steinway beside Elena and asked, "I heard only your husband is allowed to play this. Can I try?" Elena hadn't…