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

a single piece of walnut. Grant sat at its head. Camille occupied a chair behind him, although she was not a director.

I took the seat at the opposite end.

Grant looked exhausted and expensive.

Camille looked immaculate.

“Evelyn,” she said softly, “this has gone far enough.”

I placed my bag beside the chair.

“You tried to sell my mother’s work.”

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