My Student Stole My Fiancé - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"Oh, don't waste your sympathy on me. You've been so busy lately—especially since your precious Mr. Sullivan handpicked you to take my spot," I said.
Mia inhaled sharply, then flashed a saccharine smile.
"Nothing gets past Coach Claire, does it? If you can't perform, why not let me have the spotlight? Why make it sound like I'm stealing something from you?"
Her laugh tinkled through the phone before she added, "But let's be real, Coach Claire. You've clung to that position for years. Maybe it's time to step aside. Why not just... hand it over gracefully?"
"Sure. Let's see if you're actually good enough to take it."
I hung up before she could twist the knife further.
What Mia didn't know? I'd already pretended to mention it to Lennon. My back injury was too severe to perform, so I'd be stuck in the audience. And I knew Lennon would rush to tell her the "good news."
I checked my phone calendar. One week left.
Sometimes, Lennon baffled me. While he was busy helping his little protégé shove me offstage, he was also planning a proposal for me.
My best friend nearly choked when I told her.
"Lennon doesn't love either of you. He wants you to quit your career and play housewife while he keeps swooning over Mia. Newsflash: he's just a selfish prick who wants both."
Her words stung—right as a jolt of pain seared through my lower back. I winced.
"You seriously still want to perform like this?" she grumbled, kneading my shoulders anyway.
I forced a smile. How could I not go onstage?
The night of the commemorative performance arrived fast. My best friend dropped me at the orchestra hall, where a giant poster of Lennon and Mia—looking like the picture-perfect couple—already dominated the entrance.
I carried my violin backstage and spotted Mia tuning hers. Her eyes flickered with surprise before she pasted on that sickly-sweet smile and sauntered over.
"Coach Claire! You're here so early. The audience isn't even allowed in yet."
I thumped my case down and smirked. "Who said I was here to watch?"
The room froze. Every head swiveled toward us.
The group leader recovered first, shoving Mia aside in his haste to reach me. "Claire! I'll have those posters replaced immediately. With you here, tonight's performance is guaranteed to blow everyone away." He practically dragged me toward the conductor. "He's been miserable thinking you wouldn't play—this changes everything!"
I glanced back at Mia. The group leader had knocked her aside, and the shadows swallowed her whole. But even in the dim light, I saw the fury twisting her face.
All that practice, and she still couldn't escape my shadow.
Mia Blake, you'll always be second to me.
Two hours before curtain call, someone "discovered" my violin was damaged.
The group leader groaned. "If we swap it for the spare, the tuning's off—and it hasn't been broken in. The sound will be butchered."
I knew that better than anyone.
Mia's honeyed voice cut in. "Oh no. This performance is crucial, and now Coach Claire's violin is... ruined."
I turned. Her delicate face showed zero concern.
"Why not let Mia go on instead?"
The panicked leader glanced at me for approval—too frantic to question how the violin got wrecked.
Mia inhaled sharply, then flashed a saccharine smile.
"Nothing gets past Coach Claire, does it? If you can't perform, why not let me have the spotlight? Why make it sound like I'm stealing something from you?"
Her laugh tinkled through the phone before she added, "But let's be real, Coach Claire. You've clung to that position for years. Maybe it's time to step aside. Why not just... hand it over gracefully?"
"Sure. Let's see if you're actually good enough to take it."
I hung up before she could twist the knife further.
What Mia didn't know? I'd already pretended to mention it to Lennon. My back injury was too severe to perform, so I'd be stuck in the audience. And I knew Lennon would rush to tell her the "good news."
I checked my phone calendar. One week left.
Sometimes, Lennon baffled me. While he was busy helping his little protégé shove me offstage, he was also planning a proposal for me.
My best friend nearly choked when I told her.
"Lennon doesn't love either of you. He wants you to quit your career and play housewife while he keeps swooning over Mia. Newsflash: he's just a selfish prick who wants both."
Her words stung—right as a jolt of pain seared through my lower back. I winced.
"You seriously still want to perform like this?" she grumbled, kneading my shoulders anyway.
I forced a smile. How could I not go onstage?
The night of the commemorative performance arrived fast. My best friend dropped me at the orchestra hall, where a giant poster of Lennon and Mia—looking like the picture-perfect couple—already dominated the entrance.
I carried my violin backstage and spotted Mia tuning hers. Her eyes flickered with surprise before she pasted on that sickly-sweet smile and sauntered over.
"Coach Claire! You're here so early. The audience isn't even allowed in yet."
I thumped my case down and smirked. "Who said I was here to watch?"
The room froze. Every head swiveled toward us.
The group leader recovered first, shoving Mia aside in his haste to reach me. "Claire! I'll have those posters replaced immediately. With you here, tonight's performance is guaranteed to blow everyone away." He practically dragged me toward the conductor. "He's been miserable thinking you wouldn't play—this changes everything!"
I glanced back at Mia. The group leader had knocked her aside, and the shadows swallowed her whole. But even in the dim light, I saw the fury twisting her face.
All that practice, and she still couldn't escape my shadow.
Mia Blake, you'll always be second to me.
Two hours before curtain call, someone "discovered" my violin was damaged.
The group leader groaned. "If we swap it for the spare, the tuning's off—and it hasn't been broken in. The sound will be butchered."
I knew that better than anyone.
Mia's honeyed voice cut in. "Oh no. This performance is crucial, and now Coach Claire's violin is... ruined."
I turned. Her delicate face showed zero concern.
"Why not let Mia go on instead?"
The panicked leader glanced at me for approval—too frantic to question how the violin got wrecked.
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