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After My Breakup, I Made the Industry Bow Novel Cover

After My Breakup, I Made the Industry Bow

After a decade of building Tiffany Burgess's career, manager Wayne anticipates their relationship's public peak: a live-streamed proposal. However, discovering Tiffany with another man just before the show shatters his expectations. Though Wayne threatens her with professional ruin if she deviates from the PR script, Tiffany defies him. On stage, she rejects Wayne to declare her love for a secret partner in the audience, leaving him a national laughingstock as his life falls apart.
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Chapter 2

Without warning, the office door burst open.

Tiffany entered in dark sunglasses, a black cap, black hoodie—followed closely by Pierre. Luther shot to his feet in alarm and instinctively positioned himself between us.

"Give us the room," I said, my voice calm and unwavering as I looked at Tiffany.

Luther hesitated, giving me a concerned look before reluctantly stepping out and closing the door behind him.

The room now contained only the three of us, and the silence was thick enough to suffocate.

"What's your deal?" I asked, keeping my voice level.

Tiffany took off her sunglasses, revealing bloodshot eyes, though her expression remained unnervingly calm.

"I came to discuss the termination of our contract," she said, pulling Pierre to the sofa across from me.

She tossed a file onto the table and continued, "Let's part ways amicably. It's the best outcome for the company and you."

"Amicably?" I chuckled, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Are you seriously calling last night's carefully planned betrayal an amicable parting? You didn't just ruin a proposal. You ruined a billion-dollar business plan that was the cornerstone of our entire second-half strategy. You know that better than anyone."

She leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed. "Business. That's all that's ever on your mind. I'm tired of it. I'm not your personal cash machine."

Pierre spoke up. "Mr. Sanford, please don't blame Tiffany. This is all my fault, but we really love each other."

"Shut up!" I snapped, cutting him off with a cold glance. "This isn't your place to speak."

He shrank back in fear, but my outburst pushed Tiffany over the edge.

"You're insufferable! Always acting like the benevolent savior who rescued me from obscurity!" she snapped, jumping to her feet. "Every single day with you felt like suffocation. You sold your house. You drank yourself into the hospital, but none of it was truly for me. It was for your ambition and portfolio. I was simply your most profitable investment!"

Each word landed like a precise cut from a scalpel.

"So, five years of love was just an investment?" I countered. "I sat on the floor eating cheap food with you. Was that an investment? I stayed up all night outside the emergency room. Was that an investment?"

I locked eyes with her, asking the question that had been burning inside me. She was speechless, her eyes flickering.

I laughed, tears welling up in my eyes. "Tell me, Tiffany. What were the last five years to you?"

She paused, then her voice hardened with resolve. "Consider the debt repaid. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you something."

She slung an arm around Pierre's shoulder and gently rested her hand on her flat belly. "I'm pregnant. I have to take responsibility for him and for our child."

Pregnancy. So that was it.

The final thread of my restraint snapped. I had poured my blood, sweat, and fortune into building their love nest and into nurturing the child that would never be mine.

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