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

until someone challenged succession.

Grant lowered the paper.

“What amendment?”

I nodded to Rebecca.

She placed a cream envelope on the table.

The wax seal bore my mother’s crest.

“The amendment was executed six months before our wedding,” I said. “My mother was already ill. She understood there might not be another generation.”

Grant stared at the envelope.continue reading …