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

the confidence left his eyes.

“Why is Adrian Cross here?” he asked.

I looked up at him.

“To watch.”

“Watch what?”

I smiled.

“The part you should have read.”

Before he could answer, a woman in a navy suit stepped beside the auctioneer. She had spent the first half of the gala near the service corridor, reviewing documents on a tablet.

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