HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

My husband gave his mistress my bidder paddle beneath a chandelier made from six thousand pieces of Venetian glass.

He did it casually.

Almost tenderly.

As though passing her the right to purchase my family’s history was no different from offering her the last sip of his champagne.

“Go ahead, Sloane,” Julian murmured. “Buy something beautiful.”

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