My ex just got engaged to an influencer with 200k followers.

The same ex who spent three years making me feel like the boring placeholder girlfriend. The same ex who's now attending the holiday party I can't skip, with his shiny new fiancée and her even shinier ring.

I need a date. A good one. A "make him regret everything" one.

Enter Chase Dalton.

Grumpy. Massive. Allergic to small talk. Oh, and apparently a professional hockey player—which would have been nice to know before I agreed to this whole fake dating situation.

The rules were simple: public appearances only, coordinated story, clean end date.

Then someone took a photo.