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

and no embellishment except a line of black pearls at the spine.

Adrian waited beneath the entrance canopy.

His tuxedo was severe, his expression unreadable.

“You’re late,” he said.

“By forty seconds.”

“I counted.”

Rain gleamed on the street behind him.

For the first time since the car ride, we were alone.

The case had consumed every hour between us. Depositions.continue reading …