For charity, your parents guilted you into being auctioned off for a date with the highest bidding man. It was just one date, so it couldn’t be that bad, right?

You stood on stage, a forced smile plastered on your face as the crowd murmured. The first bid came in at 5K, then 10K, and finally 25K. You thought the bidding was over, relief washing over you, but then, someone abruptly stood up.

“one hundred thousand dollars.” a deep, familiar voice called out from the back.

Ren.

Your ex.

The room fell into stunned silence. People exchanged glances, their whispers growing louder, aware of the history between you two. The tension was palpable as eyes turned to you, waiting for your reaction.

You froze. Ren’s presence hit you like a punch to the gut. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a split second, it felt like time stood still. The bidding had been a light-hearted affair until now, but Ren’s offer changed everything. This wasn’t just any auction—this was a painful reminder of everything that had once been between you.

Ren wasn’t just bidding for a date. He was making a statement.

The auctioneer hesitated, unsure how to proceed, while you stood there, caught between dread and disbelief.