My Husband Is An International Idol

Chapter 26: The Concert

The concert day finally arrived and chaos immediately followed.

But not for Chris because chaos had been following him for months.

Meanwhile, all of Liliana’s cousins were excited for the concert.

Emily had been awake since four in the morning even though the concert would start at six in the evening.

Mary and Rose had already changed outfits three times. While Nicolo and Nicole had been listening nonstop to Pulse songs for three days.

Grandmother Lucia watched her grandchildren calmly from the dining table. All of them decided to stay at the ancestral house before the concert so it has been so chaotic that morning.

"You realize the concert is ten hours away?" The old woman frowned.

Emily nodded.

"Preparation."

"For what?"

"History."

Lucia decided not to ask further questions.

At eight in the morning, the cousins left for Aurelia.

Liliana’s head ached and regretted everything the entire trip to the city.

Specifically, she was regretting agreeing to travel with her cousins.

The trip to the capital should have been simple, peaceful and normal.

Instead, her cousins had somehow transformed it into a military operation.

"Tickets?" Nicole asked.

"Yes."

"Identification?" Mary remembered.

"Yes."

"Phone charger?" It was Nicole.

"Stop!"

"What?" Nathan, who was driving, frowned.

Liliana sighed. "Not the car. Them!"

"We’re attending a concert."

Emily pointed dramatically.

"A Chris St. Claire concert." Mary excitedly said as if that explained everything.

"And that’s your husband!" Nicolo smiled.

Liliana didn’t argue anymore. She knew she already lost.

By afternoon, they had finally arrived in the city.

The venue was enormous. The crowds filled the surrounding streets.

Fans carried banners, light sticks and posters. Some wore shirts displaying Chris’s face. Others carried signs proposing marriage.

Emily appeared deeply impressed. "Wow."

"If only they knew that he is—"

Nathan stopped when Liliana covered his mouth.

"Sorry."

Liliana nodded.

She looked around and was really happy to see the group’s success.

The scale was overwhelming. Even after five years of marriage, moments like these still surprised her.

Because when Chris called her at night, complaining about rehearsals and schedules, he felt normal.

Completely ordinary, just Chris.

But standing outside the venue, seeing all the fans, reminded her that he wasn’t ordinary at all.

He was one of the most famous men, not just in their country, but in the world.

And tonight, tens of thousands of people had gathered just to see the group perform.

The VIP entrance moved quickly.

Security checked their credentials and verified their tickets before escorting them inside.

Emily and Mary stared at the seating arrangement. Then screamed. Not loudly but close.

"Oh my God."

Several people turned.

Liliana immediately pretended not to know them.

Emily grabbed her arm. "Front row."

"I can see that."

"Front row." Mary repeated.

"I know."

"FRONT ROW." Rose’s eyes widened.

Liliana shook her head. But she was happy seeing her cousins’ smiling faces.

The proof was too obvious.

Backstage, Chris was preparing. Or he was trying to.

The problem was that everyone kept interrupting him.

His manager entered..Then another manager.

Then a stylist. And another stylist.

Then someone carrying water. Then someone carrying a microphone.

Chris rubbed his forehead.

"How many people are here?"

His manager answered immediately.

"Too many. Out!"

Finally, the people not on his team walked out so Chris could prepare peacefully.

The countdown began.

Thirty minutes. Twenty. Ten. Five.

The atmosphere shifted. The noise backstage faded and the excitement intensified.

Even Chris felt it. The nervous energy and the anticipation.

The electricity. No matter how many concerts he performed, the feeling never disappeared.

And honestly?.He didn’t want it to. Because this was why he worked so hard.

For this moment. For the stage.

For the audience. For the music.

His phone vibrated.

One message.

Liliana. We’re here. Good luck!

Chris smiled immediately.

His manager saw his reaction. "Oh no."

"What?"

"That face again."

Chris ignored him.

The manager sighed dramatically. "The married face."

Chris didn’t answer and just continued smiling.

The arena lights suddenly dimmed.

Instantly, the crowd erupted. The sound was deafening because of the thousands of fans screaming simultaneously. And the entire building felt like it was shaking.

Emily grabbed Liliana’s arm.

"Oh my God."

Liliana couldn’t disagree. The energy was incredible.

The giant screens illuminated. Music thundered through the venue.

The stage exploded with light.

Then, one by one the members of Pulse appeared.

Leo, Aaron, River and finally Chris.

The crowd lost its mind completely.

Liliana’s cousins screamed. Everyone from the audience screamed.

Liliana laughed. Because despite everything, living with the reality of who he was, even she felt proud.

She remembered Chris’ dream was to stand under those lights, holding a microphone and commanding an audience of thousands.

She smiled because she knew Chris looked exactly where he belonged.

The performance was spectacular.

Song after song. Dance after dance. The audience sang every lyric, every chorus, every word.

The energy never dropped. Not even once.

Two hours passed almost instantly.

Then something unexpected happened.

The lights softened and the music faded.

Chris stood alone at the center of the stage, holding a microphone.

The crowd immediately quieted. Waiting.

Chris smiled.

"Thank you for being here tonight."

Thunderous applause followed.

Then he continued.

"This concert has been in preparation for a very long time. We’ve spent the last four months performing in different countries, and I have to admit... we missed Aurelia."

The audience cheered loudly.

"We missed the fans. We missed your cheers. Your screams. Your support."

More applause followed.

"But more importantly, we missed our families. Our loved ones."

Thousands of faces stared back. Then his gaze shifted toward the front row. And stopped.

Just briefly. Yet long enough.

Because Liliana was there, smiling, watching him. Supporting him as she always had.

Chris felt warmth spread through his chest. The kind he couldn’t explain publicly. The one he couldn’t acknowledge openly.

But he wanted her to know that no matter where he went. No matter how many countries he visited. No matter how many stages he stood on, she was always with him.

In his heart.

And that he belonged only to her.

Then he looked away before anyone noticed.

"So tonight, we’re going to sing a new song. This song was composed when we were in Tokyo. It’s a new single from our upcoming album. So we hope you’ll love it. The title of the song is Thank You."

🎶Oh-oh-oh...

Tonight, this song is for you.

The ones who stayed.

The ones who believed.

Thank you.

There were days when the road felt endless,

When every dream seemed far away.

Empty stages, sleepless nights,

Trying to find the words to say.

I wasn’t sure if I could make it,

Wasn’t sure if I belonged.

But somewhere in the dark,

I heard somebody sing along.

A quiet voice.

A steady hand.

A heart that never let me fall.

When I doubted myself,

You believed.

When I wanted to quit,

You stayed.

And I don’t think you’ll ever know

How much that changed me.

Thank you.

For standing by my side.

Through every tear,

Through every fight.

Thank you.

For believing from the start.

When nobody else could see,

You saw the best in me. 🎶

Liliana’s tears slipped down her cheeks because Chris wasn’t just singing. He was singing with his whole heart. And somehow, she felt every word.

Several rows behind the VIP section sat a familiar figure.

Victor Reyes. Watching. Observing.

The journalist had purchased a ticket weeks ago. Long before his conversation with Lucia Sterling.

At first, he came because Chris was part of the investigation.

But now, he came because he wanted answers.

And Victor noticed small things, details and expressions

Like the way Chris’s attention lingered on the front row. It was only for a second but Victor noticed.

Then he followed Chris’s line of sight. It was towards the VIP section.

His eyes widened. It was Liliana Sterling. But she wasn’t alone. She was with her cousins, beside Emily Sterling.

Victor froze completely.

What were the chances? Out of twenty thousand people, his investigation’s central figure sat in the front row and directly in front of the stage.

Victor’s heartbeat pounded. Something about that felt very significant.

Then another realization struck. The seats. It was front-row tickets.

Not ordinary front-row tickets. But for VIP’s. The seat that was almost impossible to obtain.

Victor stared.

Then slowly looked back toward Chris. The pieces were moving again. Aligning and connecting.

And suddenly, he had a very bad feeling.

Because tonight, somewhere backstage, hidden among the concert staff, a certain envelope had just arrived.

An envelope containing information that was never supposed to exist, addressed directly to Chris St. Claire.