All Chapters of After My Breakup, I Made the Industry Bow: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

..."Mr. Sanford," called out my assistant, Luther, handing me the tablet. "You need to see this."The screen was flooded with news about that night's concert. This proposal was supposed to be a dual victory for both our careers and our love life.I had invested more than a hundred million dollars, secured partnerships with dozens of major brands, and orchestrated every detail. If Tiffany Burgess had proposed to me in front of her fans, the commercial value of our "power couple" image would have been incalculable.Everything had been meticulously prepared and was ready to execute.But now, photos of Tiffany and Pierre Hamm kissing on stage were being blown up everywhere, with headlines flashing across the screen: [Top Star Defies Capital for True Love.]My stunned, humiliated exit had already been edited into countless mocking memes. Starry Media's stock value had plummeted by $3 billion overnight.I scrolled through the reports with a face of stone until I reached Tiffany's fre

That afternoon, I sat in my office and watched the projector screen as Tiffany's press conference began on schedule.She looked noticeably thinner, her face pale and drawn, with dark circles under her reddened eyes. Pierre sat beside her, head bowed the entire time, projecting an image of fragile innocence."First, I want to apologize to everyone who has ever cared about me," she began, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying for hours.She wove a tragic narrative about her pure love for music, how it had been drowned beneath a tidal wave of commercial pressures, and how Pierre had appeared like a beacon of light in her darkest hour.She never once acknowledged the sacrifices I had made for her career. Instead, she referred to me only as her former agency and the shackles of capital, ignoring our five years together and the proposal."Yes, Wayne Sanford is an exceptionally talented businessman. He brought me to where I am today, and for that I'm grateful," she conceded, only to

The internet had a short memory, but information traveled fast.Tiffany's socials hemorrhaged more than half a million followers in a single day. That off-key vocal clip was remixed into countless humiliating memes and went viral on every short-video platform.I sat in my office and observed the chaos with clinical detachment. After 20 unanswered calls, she switched to frantic texts.[Wayne, what the heck are you doing? Are you insane? Take everything down right now and issue a public apology, or we go nuclear. Think you can ruin me like this? Won't be that easy.]I read them and smirked without replying.An hour later, Luther burst through the door with a gloomy expression. "Sir, you should check the trending list."I frowned and took the tablet he handed me. A new headline had rocketed to the top.[Tiffany: I Am the Real Victim.]The post contained nine private couple photos spanning our five years together, accompanied by a lengthy, venomous caption:[Wayne Sanford, you lun

Half an hour later, Starry Media's official account published a meticulously documented exposé titled: [THE TRUTH].We presented an airtight timeline, complete with exact dates and irrefutable evidence of every clandestine meeting between Tiffany and Pierre during the entire period of our engagement.This included, but was not limited to, photos of them entering a hotel together late at night, a chance encounter captured by paparazzi while they were traveling abroad, and screenshots of their flirtatious, low-key social media interactions.Every image and every timestamp was a hammer striking hard, proving her infidelity during our engagement.Next, we released her fabricated pregnancy report, alongside an official statement from our lawyer showing that she had no pregnancy records at the hospital.Finally, we exposed Pierre's academic fraud, with evidence of multiple papers he had plagiarized during his time at university, complete with detailed plagiarism reports and original tex

A few days later, Owen reported to me during the weekly meeting. "Sir, there's something you might need to know."The room fell silent. Every executive paused, looking at him.I nodded for him to continue. He cleared his throat and elaborated, "It's about Tiffany. It seems like she's lost her sanity. Last night, she went to find Pierre."I furrowed my brow, and Owen continued, "They had a violent argument. Tiffany threw sulfuric acid in his face, practically disfiguring him. The police arrested her on the spot, and she is charged with intentional injury and likely faces several years in prison."Every executive held their breath, secretly watching my reaction."So," I lowered my gaze, "will this have any impact on our stock price?""No, not at all. Legally and publicly, she has no connection to us anymore.""Good. Then it's settled. Next agenda item: the feasibility report on acquiring that visual-effects studio."No one uttered Tiffany's name again. It was as if the entire sag