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

asked.

The question frightened me more than the boardroom.

Revenge had rules.

Beginning again did not.

“I would like dinner,” I said.

“Dinner.”

“At a restaurant where neither of us owns the building, represents the chef, or intends to collect evidence.”

“That significantly narrows Manhattan.”

“You’ll manage.”

“Saturday. I may need one day to become irresponsible.continue reading …