The entire auction hall erupted in cruel cheers.
Someone whistled and shouted, “Is Ryan really heartless enough to let his gorgeous wife get used up by strangers? Damn!”
Ryan arched an eyebrow, his expression impassive.
If my wife doesn’t like it, she can make the highest bid herself. If she can’t, well, that’s her choice. I’m a very democratic guy.”
The crowd nodded in agreement, their voices playful.
“That’s true. I heard last time his little girlfriend went to bid on that Fabergé horse and placed the highest offer, but Mrs. Ryan shut it down immediately. She must have serious resources. We’ll see what she can do onight.”
Amid the commotion, the auction bell rang.
I was dragged out of the cage like a dog, pulled by an iron chain around my neck.
They tied me to a seat in the front row, directly facing the giant screen.
The screen scrolled through my medical reports and photos of my body. The humiliation consumed me like
wildfire.
My hands trembled as I clasped them together, my mind racing desperately.
Ryan had transferred all our joint assets to his account, and by black market auction rules, one account couldn’t be used by two people simultaneously.
