Standing beside the pile of ashes, York saw the charred, unrecognizable remains of the violins and almost forgot how to breathe.
He had given her one of those violins for her eighteenth birthday.
He remembered that day clearly. She wore a little white evening gown and a diamond tiara. It was the first time she had worn exquisite makeup. As she descended the stairs on her father's arm, she had captivated everyone in the room.
When she saw him, her smile was bright and dazzling.
She let go of her father's arm and ran to him, playfully shaking his arm. "York, where's my present?"
When she saw the violin he'd given her, she had snuggled into his arms like a spoiled child.
She told him that from then on, she would only play for him.
Only later did he learn that she had secretly changed her university major to medicine to treat his insomnia, giving up the violin she had practiced for over a decade.
She had always treasured that violin, keeping it safe in the music room.
He never imagined she would just burn it.
York felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
He sank to his knees beside the ashes, utterly weak.
It felt as if Claudia had set the fire in his heart, burning it to a crisp along with everything else.
In disbelief, York sifted through the wreckage.
A teddy bear with only one leg left, a music box with just its base remaining... and a pile of burnt, fragmented wedding photo frames.
Whether from before or after their marriage, anything that had to do with the two of them, she had burned it all.
His face was grim, his gaze locked on Ann's expression. "You knew why my wife would get it wrong. Why did you agree to move in?"
Ann took a step back, feigning hurt. "York, are you blaming me for this?"
York looked away, his exhaustion palpable. "Ann, when you and your son came back to the country, I was swept up in the reunion. I had to lie to my wife, tell her I was away on business, just so I could look after you and your son. I stayed by your and your son's hospital beds for a whole month."
York continued, "But I never once thought about divorcing my wife. Not then, not now, and not ever!"
York said, "My wife is just throwing a tantrum. She won't divorce me."
Even if she really wanted to, she couldn't come up with a billion dollars, so she couldn't leave him.
Seeing that York refused to give up, Ann went into the living room.
She brought out the divorce agreement Claudia had left and handed it to him, along with the bank card.

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