Thirty Million to Lose Him

Summary

Vivienne Campbell dropped thirty million dollars just to win me over.

To the rest of Manhattan, I was the coveted prize—an elusive, striking painter whom the heiress to the Campbell shipping empire had pursued with relentless, headline-making extravagance. She bought out gallery debuts, outbid international collectors for private trusts, and chartered private flights to quiet coastal towns just to sit across from me for an hour.

What she never understood was that I lived with severe, crippling avoidant attachment.