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

sale.”

The gavel never fell.

The room erupted in murmurs.

Julian pushed back his chair.

“You can’t do that.”

I turned toward him.

It was the first time I had looked directly at my husband all evening.

“Yes,” I said. “I can.”

Sloane laughed, but the sound came out thin.

“Then why put it up for auction?”

I allowed myself a small smile.

“Because I needed to know continue reading …