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

the wrong one.”

Grant swallowed the whiskey.

“What do you want? An apology? Camille fired? A public statement?”

He believed everything could still be negotiated because he had not yet understood the scale of the evidence.

“I want you to leave.”

“This is my home.”

“The penthouse is owned by Hart Residential.”

“We bought it together.”

“My trust purchased it continue reading …