Crushing Rivals With My Broken Cello
Language: en
Tonight’s charity gala was supposed to be about the kids. I had brought the Aurelia—a centuries-old, museum-grade cello passed down through my mentor’s lineage—specifically to perform and raise funds for underprivileged arts programs. I never expected a girl in a tulle designer gown to hijack the stage, loudly declaring that my "dated" acoustic instrument was nothing compared to her shiny grand piano. But what truly shattered my heart wasn't her arrogance. It was the fact that my boyfriend of three years stood by her side. He watched, arms crossed, as she shoved the Aurelia to the floor,…