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

receiver hidden beneath my hair.

We have it. Leave now.

I rose.

Grant turned.

“That’s it?”

“You came here to trap me.”

“I came here to give you the opportunity to tell the truth.”

“You recorded this.”

I picked up my bag.

He crossed the room quickly and caught my wrist.

The grip was not violent enough to leave an obvious bruise.

It was practiced enough to frighten continue reading …