Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 108: Chapter 108

All that mess at Blake's place didn't affect me one bit in London.
Day two here, Manager Ellis dragged me straight to the orchestra.
I'd gotten pretty known for violin back home when I was a kid. Even while I was playing Blake's shadow for years, I never stopped practicing like crazy.
Real talk, my life was just two things: my violin and Blake.
Now, with just the violin left, I had to nail this opportunity.
I mean, the London Symphony isn't just any orchestra – it's top-tier shit.
So my first few months in London? I practiced till my fingers almost fell off. Barely sleeping, hardly eating.
A few months later during my final audition, I absolutely crushed it.
I finished that hard-as-hell piece without breaking a sweat, and that was that.
The judges were like, totally mindblown, and I scored my spot in the orchestra.
After I got in, I made friends with people who actually got me. One day, the conductor got nosy:
"Liv, you said you've been into violin forever, and I've seen your awards. How come you didn't hit up a better music school earlier?"
My stomach dropped remembering all that bullshit. After a sec, I just said, "Back home, I pissed away years following some guy who didn't give a damn about me like a lost puppy."
Seeing his "oh shit" face, I fake-smiled: "But whatever, that's old news."
"It's cool. From now on, it's just me and music. Guys can fuck off."
Six months in, I snagged first chair and killed it at my first public show.
During all this, I finally called my parents in Canada.
When they heard all the crap I'd been through, they were pissed and heartbroken.
But hey, I'm their kid, so we worked it out pretty quick.
Then they hit me with this bombshell – they'd set up some arranged marriage for me when I was little.
They kept quiet about it because I was so dick-whipped for Blake they couldn't talk any sense into me.
Now that I was done with his ass, they wanted me to meet this dude.
I was like "hell no" in my head, but they'd already set everything up for the next day.
To not be a total bitch, I added him on WeChat and sent a couple messages. His name was Ethan.
Next morning, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready.
My parents sent his pic and we chatted a bit, but I had zero clue what he was actually like.
Not gonna lie, I was nervous as fuck about meeting him.
Our parents were tight, so I wanted to seem decent even if I had zero interest.
After trying on half my closet, I went with this A-line dress that said "I tried but not too hard."
Hair up in a bun – simple, not trying to impress anyone.
I pushed open the restaurant door, walked to our spot and...
Nobody there.
"Is he late?" I thought, annoyed.
Then this gorgeous piano music started playing.
My musician brain immediately knew: whoever's playing has serious skills.
As the song ended and I was still vibing, this super nice voice came out of nowhere:
"Hey, Liv."
I spun around and saw this good-looking guy with nice skin.
He took one look at me and turned red as a tomato.
"I'm Ethan."
Once we sat down, turns out we're both music nerds.
And get this – we liked all the same shit. Art, lifestyle, random interests.
We clicked right away.
After that, we were always hitting up concerts and art shows together.
If Blake was a fucking hurricane, Ethan was like that perfect sunny day after the storm.
At first, I wasn't thinking about dating him at all.
But hanging out with him, I had to admit – dude was the whole package. Looks, personality, everything.
When we were together, he was always taking care of little things I didn't even think about.
After dates, he'd walk me all the way to my door and wait till my lights went out before leaving, just to make sure I was good.
Finally, we both admitted we were feeling each other and made it official.
That night after dinner, we were walking back, just talking shit.
I was so into our conversation, I completely missed this black luxury car hiding behind some bushes across from my place.
Inside, someone was watching us like a hawk.