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

had spent four hundred hours on it.

Grant had spent seven years treating it like proof that I belonged to him.

“Let them proceed,” I said.

Adrian was silent.

“You understand they may damage it.”

“They won’t.”

“How can you be certain?”

“Camille wants the photograph more than she wants the fabric.”

“And Grant?”

“He wants me publicly powerless.”

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