After Divorce, I Won The Christmas Lottery นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hysterically, she exclaimed, "No! This can't be real! It's fake! Zac, you already knew you won the lottery, didn't you? You deliberately tricked me into divorcing you!" She reached out, trying to snatch the divorce certificate and tear it apart. I shifted slightly and effortlessly avoided her. I said derisively, "Get this straight, Celia. You were the one who demanded the divorce, and you were the one who insisted on leaving with nothing. Ten minutes ago, you were still livestreaming with that certificate, bragging about your new life to the entire internet. "What now? Do you regret it after seeing the money that I won?" My voice wasn't loud, but every word I said was a blow to her heart.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

Aaron, the spoiled grandson of the house yelled under his breath, as his mother, Audrey, pinched him to shut his mouth up. "Please sign the papers, Miss Oliver," Edward said to Zoe as he took out the newly prepared divorce papers from the folder on the table, and handed over a ball pen to sign the paperwork, "You can take your time to read it too. A hundred million will be transferred to your account as alimony and compensation for the marriage too," he added.

Bright. Impossible to ignore. Emily read it out loud. SCANDAL: WOMAN DIVORCES HUSBAND AND MARRIES HIS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE The room froze. Ryan stared at the screen. “…That was fast.” Daniel frowned. “The media already has the story.” Arthur Rothwell looked thoughtful. “That didn’t happen by accident.” Emily whispered, “Marcus.” Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “That definitely sounds like something an angry ex-husband would do.” Adrian looked at the headline calmly.

"This… is the one that actually wins." In my previous life, I had indeed won 50 million dollars, but with the ticket I'd bought with my own money. On the morning of the wedding, I wanted some good luck, so I stopped by the grocery store and bought a ticket. Of course, I didn't expect Beatrice to give me another one as a wedding gift. When the winning numbers were announced in our previous lives, the lottery office manager took a photo of me and posted it online. Overnight, I became a minor celebrity in our city.

I used the pregnancy to manipulate him into doing my bidding, but even with a child together, he chose to marry Molly. Despite his marriage to Molly, I maintained control over Wesley by leveraging our child, ensuring he spent more time with me and our son than with his wife. As long as Molly was unhappy, I found contentment. We had planned the divorce together, but Wesley hesitated to proceed. I sensed his lingering feelings for Molly, so I took the initiative by hanging our pictures on the walls when it was time to move Molly to the mansion. When Molly finally signed the divorce papers yesterday, I felt relieved and saw no reason to be present today.

The second last page was the divorce papers I snuck in. I hung my head low, though I was not exactly nervous. "I think there's a ton of compensation clauses. You should go through them if you have time." Yeah, I knew she would never have the time. It was the day her first love came home. Felix Grande was his name. Years ago, after he got engaged to another woman, Lauren married me in a fit of rage. Retaliation, so to speak. Now that Felix had gotten divorced, she drank and drank until she could no longer remain sober. Once she sobered up, however, she wanted to get the wedding.

“Come on, I could clearly see you were avoiding him.” “So?!” I ask with open arms and wide eyes. This does not concern him. “Stay out of my marriage!” “Okay, okay, calm down. It’s Christmas, and we don’t want to upset Santa, do we?” He says. I place my hands on my waist, glaring at him and breathing heavily like an angry bear. About upsetting Santa, I think I already have, otherwise why would he give me a divorce paper as my wedding anniversary gift and also a Christmas gift.

"I can't accept you either. Unless you're talking about divorce, stop wasting my time." "That's it, Willow! You've been after me for four years, hoping I'd marry you. You think I can't survive without you? Fine. Since you want a divorce so badly, we'll divorce right after Christmas!" "Great." The day we were set to go to the courthouse happened to be the same day I was leaving. Luckily, my train wasn't until the afternoon, so there was just enough time to finalize the divorce and still make my departure. Christmas Eve was lively in its own way. I warmed up a frozen pizza and sat by the window, watching the fireworks light up the night sky.