The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 223

The Invisible Wife Turned Savage

Chapter 223: The Final Act

Nathaniel’s patience snapped, his frustration boiling over. “Must you be so stubborn?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

Estella’s eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto him with a piercing intensity that made his chest tighten painfully. “Don’t make me say it again, Nathaniel. Stay away from me.”

Her words cut deeper than he expected, and his voice cracked with a mix of anguish and desperation. “I’m only trying to protect you.”

“You don’t understand me at all,” she replied, voice icy. “And I don’t want your kind of protection.”

Without sparing him another glance, Estella turned on her heel and headed straight for the stage. The atmosphere in the hall was thick with tension, every eye glued to her every move.

From her vantage point, she spotted familiar faces in the audience: Selene and Lana, their expressions filled with quiet encouragement. And Jonathan, standing silently, his gaze unwavering and full of concern.

She offered them a faint, almost wistful smile before bowing deeply to the crowd. The hall—and every viewer watching the livestream—was filled with skepticism and doubt.

*

The internet was already buzzing with rumors. After all, the online world had been saturated with stories about “beautiful scholars” and “brilliant scientists.” Now, suddenly, there was a so-called beautiful pianist? Many doubted her.

Jake’s followers on the livestream were vocal in their criticism, some even openly cursing Estella.

But she seemed immune to the negativity, her focus absolute as she approached the grand piano. Her long, graceful fingers hovered briefly over the keys before settling down.

As the first note rang out, Estella immersed herself completely in the music. The melody swept over her like a tide, pulling her back into a world she once lived and breathed.

Her fingers moved with a fluidity born of years of practice, muscles recalling every delicate movement as if no time had passed. The complexity of the piece was immense, yet she played with a mastery that silenced every doubter in the room.

Isabelle watched the livestream, disbelief contorting her face.

Impossible. This composition was far beyond Estella’s supposed abilities.

There was no way she could perform it.

It had to be a trick. A fabrication.

Jake, overwhelmed with panic, messaged her frantically: “Ms. Monroe, the information you gave me was all lies. Estella actually has talent. Her certificates are online, and many classmates have come forward to confirm she excelled in college… What is going on? You can’t set me up like this! My fans won’t trust me anymore!”

Isabelle fumed in response: “Don’t be fooled! She can’t possibly play that piece. She’s a fraud, a liar!”

Jake, exhausted by her hysteria, ended the call abruptly.

His plan to latch onto a wealthy heiress had backfired spectacularly, dragging him into a mess of his own making.

When Estella finally finished, her face was pale and drawn. Her hands trembled as she rose from the piano bench.

Jonathan’s eyes never left her, worry etched deep into his features.

But he did not intervene.

This was her battle, her stage. All he could do was stand silently by her side.

Suddenly, a message arrived from the media company’s CEO: “Mr. Bennett, the press releases have gone out.”

Jonathan replied with a simple thank you and opened Twitter.

The feed was flooded with headlines praising Estella, drowning out all previous slander and negativity.

Jake, meanwhile, was being relentlessly cursed and unfollowed. Online regulators had also taken notice, and he was on the verge of being summoned for an investigation.

As the event drew to a close, Jonathan stepped forward and gently lifted the exhausted Estella into his arms.

His voice was low but steady. “I’m taking you to the hospital right now.”

Estella had reached her limit. She leaned against him, sweat streaming down her forehead, every muscle trembling with exhaustion.

In that moment, surrounded by the fading applause and the glow of the stage lights, her journey felt both painfully real and beautifully triumphant.