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

constellations shimmered above the old burn marks.

“You planned all of this,” he said.

I looked at the building we had once dreamed of creating together.

“I planned to protect what survived you.”

He was escorted from the ballroom through the same service corridor I had used for years.

I remained beneath the chandeliers.

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