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

turned green, but the car remained trapped in traffic.

“You never said anything.”

“You were not something I wanted to take.”

The words entered the quiet space between us and stayed there.

Grant had called love possession.

Adrian described love as refusal.

I lowered the ice from my wrist.

“I don’t know what I can give anyone right now.”

“I am not asking you continue reading …