Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
“But that rusty piece of garbage metal isn't worth a dime of that. But hey, since it’s a charity event, I’ll be generous and offer you a hundred bucks for the scrap.”
Several high-society guests laugh heartily at the embarrassingly low, insulting offer, turning the memory of my mother into a public joke. A hot, burning wave of humiliation floods my face. I dig my fingernails into my clutch, feeling a crushing weight of worthlessness settle into my chest. I don't belong in this world. I am just a target, an embarrassment meant to be mocked by wolves.
“Ten million dollars.”
The voice cuts through the laughter like a thunderclap, instantly silencing the entire ballroom.