After My Breakup, I Made the Industry Bow
With only an hour left until the concert began, every trending topic across the internet was dominated by a single headline.
[Breaking: Rising Star Tiffany Burgess to Propose to Her Manager After Ten Years of Romance, Leaving Fans in Awe.]
This proposal was not just a personal milestone; it was the centerpiece of our company's most ambitious PR campaign of the year and the culmination of a love story between Tiffany and me.
Then, in the fire escape, I bumped into Tiffany, dressed in her wedding gown, locked in a passionate kiss with a young man.
"Wayne, let me explain," she pleaded.
"Explain what?" I snorted. "That just before our proposal, you're sneaking around with another man? The proposal is live-streamed to millions, with thousands of media outlets eagerly awaiting the announcement."
I slammed the engagement ring down onto the table in front of her. "After the encore tonight, you'll either propose to me on that stage, or you'll be ruined, both in reputation and career!"
Her fists clenched, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the box. "Fine."
Under the spotlight, she stood before me in her wedding dress, pulling out the ring. But instead of turning to me, she held the ring up toward the guest seating area, where her true love sat.
"Wayne, thank you for helping me reach the stars," she declared. "But tonight, I'm going to chase my moon."
The crowd erupted in shock and confusion. In a single instant, I became the laughingstock—the unwitting prop in her grand romantic gesture.
My heart shattered the moment she reached him.