Stolen Melody

Synopsis

The moment I heard that familiar song again—"So what, what can you even do?"—I froze. The woman standing center stage was my husband's so-called "first love." She was singing a track I had written to mourn my unborn child. I didn't scream. I didn't expose her online. Nor did I report her to any authority. I simply sat in the front row and watched, calm and still. In my previous life, the moment I discovered that the woman who had caused my miscarriage had the audacity to steal that very song, I stormed onto the stage and called her out in front of everyone. It went viral overnight, and public outrage exploded. Her "genius singer" image collapsed in an instant. She was accused of plagiarism, faced massive damages, and was blacklisted by her agency. She stood on the edge of a rooftop more than once, but each time, my husband saved her. And because of that, he came to hate me. He said I had destroyed his beloved one. He even used the excuse of "taking me hiking to clear my mind", only to push me straight off a cliff. This time, I came back with a second chance. The first thing I did was call the agent with the strongest legal team in the industry. "I remember you said a global diva was willing to pay thirty million dollars for that song's copyright," I said evenly. "I accept."