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

glass doors.

Inside, cameras flashed beneath the restored constellations.

“I’m not cold.”

“I’m precise.”

Something softened in his eyes.

“That is what worries me.”

Before I could answer, the doors opened.

The lobby fell quiet when we entered.

Grant stood at the far end of the room with Camille beside him.

She wore white.

Of course she did.

Her gown was cut low continue reading …