Romans & histoires After Divorce, I Won The Christmas Lottery

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

“I’m strong. Nothing can scare me anymore.” At that moment, my phone vibrated. A message from a major client: “Devia, your team is amazing. We want to expand our contract with your company. Great work.” I smiled widely, feeling a satisfaction I had never known. This wasn’t just a professional victory—it was personal. I had proven to myself, Argantara, and Revania that I was no longer a submissive wife or a puppet in anyone’s hands. A few weeks later, the divorce was finally finalized at the civil office. I sat alone in the archives room, signing the last document. Each stroke of the pen on the paper felt like freeing myself from old chains.

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.

That was the tragedy. She understood me so much that she learned to expect less. The realization hollowed something inside me out completely. Because Elara had not stopped loving me first. She stopped hoping I would choose her. I sat heavily on the edge of the bed again. Staring blankly ahead. And suddenly I remembered something small. So small I almost lost it entirely. One rainy night during our second year of marriage. The power went out in the penthouse. I was irritated because I couldn’t finish work.

" My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again. That day, Nathan cried in my restaurant for a long time, but in the end, he reluctantly left with Christopher. They never came back again. I felt a sense of relief. From then on, there would be no connection between us. As the new year approached, my lawyer called to tell me that Christopher had agreed to sign the divorce papers. His only condition was that I return and go with him to finalize the procedure in person. I agreed. It would be a way to close that chapter of my life.

That same day, I dressed inconspicuously and went to cash in the lottery ticket. After receiving the money, I bought several houses and a villa in the suburbs. I also bought a house for Dad. Just like in my previous life, I bought a sports car. Although I knew it might attract envy, it was something I bought with my own ability. Meanwhile, Quinn and Jacob got divorced. Jacob was saddled with a ton of debt and couldn't even afford a used-car now.

"Oh… then what happened?" "Ugh. Don't laugh at me, but I have a daughter." Whitney sighed. "I lost custody of her during the divorce, and that old fart refused to even let me see her… but guess what? Just this morning, she was sitting right there in the living room after I left! "I was overjoyed when she said that she'd stay, so I quickly cleaned up a room for her… But then I got drowsy and dozed off, and she was gone when I woke up. I guess I just missed her so much and had a dream…"

Not only did I get what I was entitled to, but I also received half of all his assets under his name. Staring at the figures in the contract, I was stunned. I never imagined Hector had accumulated so much wealth. I never expected he would give me so much. A large portion of it, I knew, was something Hector could have easily avoided giving me, thanks to his resources and influence. In the end, after two months of intense public drama triggered by a reality show, the divorce was finally settled. The story’s conclusion was simple: I had transformed into a single, billionaire woman. …

Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the divorce case. The moment I landed, Andy met me with a shocking update. "Brother, big news! Those two are paralyzed. This is all divine retribution!" Andy pulled up a local news article from two days ago for me to read. It turned out that after I left, John got addicted to gambling again. He used Lily's money to gamble and lost millions. Typically, that would not have been such a big deal. However, without my connections and support, Lily's business started to decline rapidly.

"People like you who were born into a rich family don't understand the meaning of the lottery naturally." Suddenly, Keegan said, "Winning the lottery is known as a windfall gain. If you win the lottery, isn't it marital property? I'll also get half of it, right? In this sense, it seems to have some meaning." Stella was shocked. 'Keegan, you suck! Even if I win the lottery, I'll claim the prize after divorce!' "Take your medicine." Stella handed the cup to Keegan after the water cooled. Keegan took it but not the medicine. He looked at her.