Where The Melody Remembers Love

She gave him her youth, her loyalty, her love, and in return, he gave her betrayal.

For eight years, Nora Song believed in her marriage to Chance Hart, until his first love, Jenny Young, returned from abroad.

He brought Jenny home on their wedding anniversary, and handed Nora the divorce papers. He asked her to step aside, just so he could fulfill Jenny's dying wishes. He unreasonably wanted her to be understanding, so she calmly packed up to leave.

However, walking away was not an option. Bound by the crushing debts of her parents, Nora was forced to remain in the Hart household as nothing more than a servant. She was a proud world-class pianist, but she had to endure the humiliation of being mocked and belittled in her own home.

That was until she discovered something that could change everything, eighty percent of the Hart family's shares, was signed over to her by the man who once saved her life.

She would not leave empty-handed. She thought to herself, 'If Chance thinks I'm still the same woman who loves him unconditionally, he's about to learn just how cold a broken heart can be.'

The day Chance Hart brought Jenny Young home, she was wearing a white dress.

Her face was unusually pale, making her look fragile and pitiful.

I only glanced at her once, then went back to wiping the table. I was nothing more than a servant in the Hart household, after all.

"Nora, Jenny isn't feeling well. Your piano room will be her room from now on so she can get some sunlight."

I felt frustrated and mildly annoyed.

That piano room was a gift from Chance when I won my first Asia Pianist Award. It was built the way I liked it. He also committed to buy all lots when he bought that piano in the auction.

He had told me, "Nora, your hands can play the most beautiful music. You deserve the best piano."

However, those hands were marked by years of labor, and it was because of him.

I looked at them coldly and replied, "Alright."

Jenny lifted her brows at me tauntingly. Her gaze was fixed on the unique ring on my finger.

"I'm sorry, Nora. It's only because of my poor health that Chance divorced you. Blame me if you have to blame someone, just don't be angry at him," said Jenny.

Then, she covered her face and wept.

Chance shot an impatient look at me and asked, "Why do you have to look so upset? Apologize to Jenny."

I looked at the man I spent eight years with in shock. My hands trembled in anger.

'I didn't do anything, but I'm being asked to apologize?'

Jenny nestled into his arms when I stayed silent.

"Chance, Nora's ring is so beautiful. I'm so envious…" said Jenny.

I looked down on my ring. The initials of our names were engraved inside the band.

Eight years ago, Chance had knelt on one knee to