Fiancé Cheated... So I Took His Rival’s Deal - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"Why?" Brenden asked, his voice laced with concern.
Camila raised her right hand with a practiced motion. "I injured it three years ago. Professional performances are out of the question now—I couldn't possibly keep up with the demands of a high-stakes concert tour. I'd just hold you back."
She kept her tone light, almost casual, but Brenden wasn't fooled. For violinists, their hands were everything—their livelihood, their passion, their very identity. Having that taken away meant watching years of dedication crumble to dust.
Only someone who'd lived through that loss could truly understand the devastation. And for Camila, whose love for the violin ran soul-deep? The pain must have been unbearable.
Brenden's expression softened with quiet understanding as he gently took her hand. "You've still got calluses," he observed, tracing the familiar ridges. "That tells me you haven't given up completely. And where there's hope, there's always a chance."
He turned her palm upward with care. "From what I can see, the damage might not be as permanent as you think. With proper treatment, full recovery could still be possible."
Camila offered a weak, defeated smile. "I consulted every specialist back then. They all said the same thing—surgery was my only option, and even that came with risks. Worst case scenario? I'd never play again."
That unspoken fear had kept her from taking the chance.
"Were those Western medicine doctors?" Brenden pressed.
Camila nodded. "I visited nearly every hospital in Emberwick. The diagnosis never changed—tendon damage, incompatible with professional performance. That's why I settled for teaching at a music studio and the occasional gig."
Brenden locked eyes with her. "Do you trust me?"
Without hesitation, she nodded.
He slid a postcard across the table. "Then try traditional medicine."
Camila accepted it with both hands, scanning the details. "A practitioner at Emberwick Medical Center?"
"Exactly," Brenden confirmed. "This doctor works miracles with acupuncture. Several of my students had similar injuries—his treatments produced remarkable results."
Camila bit her lip. "But what if this affects your tour schedule?" Traditional medicine wasn't a quick fix—it required time and patience.
Brenden chuckled. "The tour doesn't launch for over a month. That's plenty of time for treatment. And if it doesn't work out?" He shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
His words were a deliberate peace offering, lifting the weight of responsibility from her shoulders.
Genuine gratitude shone in Camila's eyes. "Mr. Moone... thank you. Really."
"Enough with the formalities," Brenden waved her off. "If you want to thank me? Get that hand treated and help me make this tour unforgettable."
To Camila, who'd lost her father young, Brenden had always been more than a mentor—he was the closest thing to family she had.
Her eyes grew misty. "I won't let you down this time."
Brenden's warm palm settled on her back in a comforting gesture, his heart aching just slightly. He'd adored her talent from their very first lesson. Over the years, she'd become like a daughter to him.
When she'd abandoned her career three years ago for a man, the disappointment had cut deep. But with time came perspective—she'd been young, following her heart. If that was her choice, he'd learned to respect it.
The next day at Emberwick Medical Center, Camila had barely stepped through the doors when a familiar voice rang out.
The woman approaching was the picture of polished elegance—designer couture from head to toe, jewels glittering at every angle. Her flawless complexion betrayed no hint of her true age.
In one perfectly manicured hand swung the latest Hermès summer release—one of those exclusive models requiring six figures in "pre-spend" just for the privilege to purchase.
Camila raised her right hand with a practiced motion. "I injured it three years ago. Professional performances are out of the question now—I couldn't possibly keep up with the demands of a high-stakes concert tour. I'd just hold you back."
She kept her tone light, almost casual, but Brenden wasn't fooled. For violinists, their hands were everything—their livelihood, their passion, their very identity. Having that taken away meant watching years of dedication crumble to dust.
Only someone who'd lived through that loss could truly understand the devastation. And for Camila, whose love for the violin ran soul-deep? The pain must have been unbearable.
Brenden's expression softened with quiet understanding as he gently took her hand. "You've still got calluses," he observed, tracing the familiar ridges. "That tells me you haven't given up completely. And where there's hope, there's always a chance."
He turned her palm upward with care. "From what I can see, the damage might not be as permanent as you think. With proper treatment, full recovery could still be possible."
Camila offered a weak, defeated smile. "I consulted every specialist back then. They all said the same thing—surgery was my only option, and even that came with risks. Worst case scenario? I'd never play again."
That unspoken fear had kept her from taking the chance.
"Were those Western medicine doctors?" Brenden pressed.
Camila nodded. "I visited nearly every hospital in Emberwick. The diagnosis never changed—tendon damage, incompatible with professional performance. That's why I settled for teaching at a music studio and the occasional gig."
Brenden locked eyes with her. "Do you trust me?"
Without hesitation, she nodded.
He slid a postcard across the table. "Then try traditional medicine."
Camila accepted it with both hands, scanning the details. "A practitioner at Emberwick Medical Center?"
"Exactly," Brenden confirmed. "This doctor works miracles with acupuncture. Several of my students had similar injuries—his treatments produced remarkable results."
Camila bit her lip. "But what if this affects your tour schedule?" Traditional medicine wasn't a quick fix—it required time and patience.
Brenden chuckled. "The tour doesn't launch for over a month. That's plenty of time for treatment. And if it doesn't work out?" He shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
His words were a deliberate peace offering, lifting the weight of responsibility from her shoulders.
Genuine gratitude shone in Camila's eyes. "Mr. Moone... thank you. Really."
"Enough with the formalities," Brenden waved her off. "If you want to thank me? Get that hand treated and help me make this tour unforgettable."
To Camila, who'd lost her father young, Brenden had always been more than a mentor—he was the closest thing to family she had.
Her eyes grew misty. "I won't let you down this time."
Brenden's warm palm settled on her back in a comforting gesture, his heart aching just slightly. He'd adored her talent from their very first lesson. Over the years, she'd become like a daughter to him.
When she'd abandoned her career three years ago for a man, the disappointment had cut deep. But with time came perspective—she'd been young, following her heart. If that was her choice, he'd learned to respect it.
The next day at Emberwick Medical Center, Camila had barely stepped through the doors when a familiar voice rang out.
The woman approaching was the picture of polished elegance—designer couture from head to toe, jewels glittering at every angle. Her flawless complexion betrayed no hint of her true age.
In one perfectly manicured hand swung the latest Hermès summer release—one of those exclusive models requiring six figures in "pre-spend" just for the privilege to purchase.
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