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

it, I wore white and stood behind him with one hand on his shoulder.

The artist had painted Grant larger.

I had always wondered whether that had been his instruction.

He entered without removing his coat.

“What did you do?”

I closed the book on my lap.

“Which part?”

“The restraining order. The lender notices. The board meeting.”

“You received all of them?”

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