# He Auctioned My Wedding Gown in Front of Manhattan. By Midnight, I Owned Everything He Thought Was His.

“Is that what Cross tells you?”

“This is not about Adrian.”

“It became about him the moment you brought him into our bedroom.”

“He stood in a library.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No. Explain it.”

Grant leaned forward.

“I know how men look at you.”

For years, he had acted as if no one else could possibly want me.

Now he resented the possibility that someone might continue reading …