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

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“One hundred,” said a man Grant had once described as useful.

The bids climbed quickly because rich people loved cruelty when it came with a tax deduction.

At two hundred thousand dollars, Grant finally approached my table.

He bent close enough for me to smell cedar, bergamot, and the faint trace of Camille’s perfume on his continue reading …