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

in the stone behind you. Naomi’s red folder. The scar on your hand.”

Adrian glanced at the pale line across his knuckles.

“Four things you can feel.”

“The chair. My shoes. The air vent. My mother’s bracelet.”

“Three things you can hear.”

“Traffic. Naomi turning a page. You.”

His voice softened.

The room steadied.

Naomi quietly left to make a call.

I looked continue reading …