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

“She’s become sentimental.”

A few people laughed softly.

Sloane raised my paddle again.

“One million nine hundred thousand,” the auctioneer said.

I folded my hands in my lap.

My wedding ring caught the candlelight.

May you like

Sloane looked directly at it.

Then she looked at Julian.

“Family history should stay in the family,” she said sweetly.

Julian’s mouth continue reading …