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

for anything.”

“That may be the problem.”

His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth.

Then the car moved.

Neither of us touched.

Yet when I returned to the archive that night, I found myself standing before the wedding gown and thinking not about the man I had married, but about the man who had loved me without trying to own the outcome.

At midnight, Naomi called.continue reading …