Wife To A Ghost, Married To A Legend

Synopsis

We'd been married three years, and Tristan Rook couldn't even read basic sheet music. Whenever classical started playing, he would wince and say, "Turn it off. My head's killing me." I honestly thought he was just a stiff guy with zero appreciation for anything elegant. Then I found a VIP ticket to the Chopin International Piano Competition in the pocket of his suit jacket, his name printed in bold. I tried to confront him with it. He glanced at the ticket, completely unfazed, and flicked it into the trash. "Just someone with the same name. I'm not going." Cold as ice. That same night, a leaked mall video blew up the internet. In the clip, my supposedly tone-deaf husband was sitting at a Steinway, his long fingers moving like butterfly wings while he played Castle in the Sky. The look in his eyes… soft enough to make your chest ache. The comments section went wild. [Is piano prince Tristan Rook making a comeback? Are the golden duo finally reuniting?] And in that deafening frenzy of strangers cheering for him, I finally understood something. He wasn't avoiding music. He just never wanted to play for me.