She died that day.
That day...she vowed to never love again.
She was heart broken...completely.
He had every right to be supicious.
She had been completely unfaithful but she had done it for him.
All she wanted was the slightest bit of his attention.
But his attention went directly to music.
His music.  
If only he had loved her like he loved his music, then maybe she would be alive today.
Of course I mean that in an almost metaphorical sense.
She was not physically dead.
Her heart was.
But not her mind and body.  
Her voice was dead, for thats what he have her.  
Her voice.
She had learned to sing like an angel because he had taught her.  And when he shunned her, she had stopped singing.  
She had wept for days, and was sure that her voice did not even work anymore.
Even if it did...
It wouldnt sound like the Angelic tone that it once had.
She was ruined.
She felt so worthless without him.
After all he was her angel