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

at Adrian.

“How did you know?”

“My wife used to have panic attacks.”

I had never heard him mention a wife.

“Used to?”.

“She died six years ago.”

The words were simple. The grief beneath them was not.

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

He returned to his side of the desk, restoring the distance between us.

“What happened to your hand?” I asked.

“Car accident.”

“With her?”

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