I Became a Billionaire by Lighting Candles for My Cheating Ex

"Suzy Shaw, have you lost your mind? Why are you pulling this kind of stunt outside my home in the middle of the night?”

Donald Turner rushed out in his pajamas.

I ignored him and calmly lit another black candle, placing it in the circle around me.

The candlelight cast a warm glow over my face.

Then a crisp ding rang inside my head.

[You lit four dollars’ worth of black candles. Ten-thousandfold cashback triggered. Forty thousand dollars has been credited to your account!]

What a beautiful sound.

I pulled out another candle, lit it, and added it to the circle.

"You’re still lighting them?" Donald strode over and reached for the candles.

"Don’t touch them."

I didn’t even look up.

"If you knock them over, you’ll pay for them."

"Can’t we just go our separate ways peacefully? Do you really have to make such an ugly scene?"

He stared at me.

"When you cheated on me, did you worry about making an ugly scene?"

I rose to my feet and met his eyes.

"Don, stop…"

Lisa Cook timidly peeked out from behind Donald.

She wore a spaghetti-strap dress with a blazer over it.

"Suzy’s hurting. Let her vent if it helps. As long as she feels better, I don’t mind suffering a little."

She finished with a smile, her eyes rimmed red.

“Just look at her. How could anyone compare her to someone as spiteful and calculating as you?”

Donald wrapped an arm around Lisa and glared at me. "What did I ever see in you?"

I couldn’t be bothered to argue. I turned around and moved the box of candles.

"You’re still lighting them? Are you trying to disturb the entire neighborhood?"

Donald rushed over and grabbed my arm.

"Let go." I stared coldly at him.

"I’m not letting go! Get rid of these things right now!"

I couldn’t break free, and my brows drew together.

"Don, forget it."

Lisa tugged at Donald’s sleeve and pleaded pitifully, "Let Suzy light them. If we push her too far, we’ll never be able to live with ourselves."

"Such a thoughtful little thing," I said, arching a brow.

Donald flung my arm away with a snort and pulled Lisa aside.

I crouched down again and lit more black candles, adding them to the circle.

The candle flames flickered, casting dancing shadows around us.

[You lit ten dollars’ worth of black candles. Ten-thousandfold cashback triggered. One hundred thousand dollars has been credited to your account!]

I lit the candles even faster.

Donald and Lisa stared at me blankly.

More and more neighbors gathered around, pointing and whispering, but I paid them no attention.

If I could make money, what did it matter if they thought I was crazy?

"Mom! That crazy woman is lighting candles downstairs!" Donald pulled out his phone.

Less than two minutes later, Rachel Turner came storming out with her hair flying loose, a broom clutched in her hand.

"You walking curse! How dare you light those candles outside my home? Are you asking to get yourself killed?"

The broom whistled through the air as she swung it toward my back.