The Ex-Husband's Apology (by Sebastian Grey) novel Chapter 35

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She’d only wiped down the double keyboard because she’d noticed at

on it. She never expected Brayan and the others to mistake her

for the cleaning stall.

It had been years since she’d touched the keys, and honestly, she hadn’t. been sure she could still play. But when she finished her piece, the lobby erupted in applause. Even the hotel owner’s pianist friend came over to personally praise her and asked–insisted, really–that she perform a few more songs.

Judging by his excitement, Jennifer figured she must have done pretty well. At the very least, she’d helped Lydia out.

Meanwhile, outside the lobby, Brayan was still on the phone in the corridor, deeply engrossed in a business conversation.

But through the ear not pressed to the phone, he heard something strange–music.

Piano music, except… he knew there wasn’t a piano in the lobby. Only a double keyboard.

He’d never cared much for that kind of instrument, but something about the sound–the tone, the emotion–felt like a drop of rain falling directly on his heart. It stirred something long dormant in him, a flicker of a memory he hadn’t visited in years.

His chest tightened with a restlessness he couldn’t explain. Without even finishing his call, he hung up abruptly and turned back toward the lobby.

By the time he arrived, a middle–aged man had taken over the

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keyboard. A well–known pianist, respected in the music world.

Catalina quickly appeared at his side and linked her arm with his, catching the faint flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Brayan?” she asked sweetly, leaning her head gently on his shoulder.

Brayan kept his gaze fixed on the pianist. “Nothing. For a second, it felt like the way you used to play before your injury.”

Catalina gave a soft laugh and leaned in a little closer. “He’s a professional, practically a master. I could never compare.”

Maybe he was imagining things.

Because now, listening again, the music felt completely different from what he’d heard before. That fleeting, familiar feeling was gone.

They returned to join the others–Ronan, Elise, Ally. Not one of them. mentioned what had just happened.

Not that Jennifer had been the one playing. Not Catalina. Not Elise. Not Ally. And certainly not Ronan.

Even if Jennifer could play, Ronan still believed she’d never come close to matching Catalina.

As they made their way toward the private dining room, Catalina noticed that Brayan kept glancing around, as if searching for someone.

She seized the moment,

“Jennifer left a while ago,” she said, casually. “I guess she couldn’t. handle the embarrassment.”

Brayan said nothing, but the corner of his mouth lifted faintly. “As

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