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

I had miscarried at eleven weeks.

Grant had held my hand in the hospital.

Two weeks later, he flew to Miami with Camille.

At the time, I had believed it was a business trip.

Now he used the child we lost as a corporate argument.

Adrian stepped between us.

“Do not.”

Grant smiled.

“It’s relevant.”

“Not the way you said it.”

I touched Adrian’s sleeve.

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