Escape from the Loveless Zone

Cassian’s fans swarmed every exit, leaving her no path to escape.

They demanded answers from Vivienne, his agent, about the mortifying scene at the awards.

The event had been broadcast live and everyone witnessed Vivienne’s humiliating display, standing there in a wedding dress, lost in a hopeless dream.

“Oh, please, did she really think Cassian’s tweet was about proposing to her? Like she’s even in his league!”

“What a delusional, self-important frog!”

As soon as Vivienne appeared in their sights, their rage ignited and a storm of insults filled the air.

A few fans even threw withered vegetables and eggs at her, leaving her once-pristine lace gown smeared with dirt and stains, reducing her to a picture of utter defeat.

Vivienne bowed her head, silently enduring each jeer.

In two weeks, she would finally be free of Cassian and causing a scene now would only draw his attention.

Just hours before the awards ceremony, Cassian had sent her the wedding dress, along with a bouquet of roses.

Nestled among the petals was a card in his own handwriting. [Wear this and be my bride.]

Her heart had raced at those words, drumming with a mix of hope and disbelief.

After five years, hidden in the shadows as his secret lover, Cassian was finally ready to acknowledge her. In that instant, Vivienne felt that every sacrifice, every stolen moment, had been worth it.

But now, reality had shattered that illusion, a brutal slap leaving her thoroughly awakened.

Cassian had only wanted to humiliate her, using her devotion as a cruel game.

“Cassian is coming out!”

At someone’s shout, the angry crowd surrounding her surged toward him.

Vivienne was left standing alone, humiliated, watching Cassian as he carefully escorted Freya, basking in the crowd’s praise and blessings.

Then, someone asked why she had stood up in a wedding gown during Cassian’s proposal.

Cassian’s gaze swept the crowd, settling on Vivienne with a cold indifference.

His voice held not a shred of warmth as he spoke, dripping with disdain. “We’ve crossed paths a lot for work. I suppose someone got the wrong idea.”

“Thankfully, Freya is understanding and didn’t mind this madwoman disrupting our proposal.”

Freya, content in Cassian’s arms, beamed at the crowd. “Thank you all for your blessings! Let’s focus on celebrating, not on anything unimportant.”

She continued with a soft, forgiving tone, “Vivienne just made a mistake in the moment. I hope everyone will let her move on and avoid targeting her online.”

Fans burst into applause, marveling at Freya’s kindness and beauty.

The sight of this flawless couple made Vivienne feel a wave of nausea. She turned to leave, but a fan with sharp eyes stopped her, calling out, “Vivienne hasn’t apologized to Freya yet!”

In an instant, the crowd rallied, chanting, “Apologize! Apologize! Vivienne, apologize!”

The sound rose, reverberating through her chest. For a fleeting moment, Vivienne felt unsteady. Had it all truly been her fault?