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

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“Did your husband steal charitable funds?”

“Is the marriage over?”

“Was the wedding gown auction a setup?”

I stopped at the top of the marble steps.

Snow touched my hair.

“The gown was not a setup,” I said. “It was property. The difference matters.”

“What happens now?”

“Now we follow the documents.”

“Do you still love your husband?”

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