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

complaint.

Adrian walked beside me carrying one slim folder.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“You press your thumb against your ring when you’re nervous.”

I looked at my hand.

He was right.

“I’m deciding when to remove it.”

“That is not a legal question.”

His eyes held mine for one second too long.

Then the elevator doors opened.

The boardroom had a table cut from continue reading …