After Divorce, I Won The Christmas Lottery Novels & Stories

"Clara, have you no shame? You're begging Avery for money now?" Avery wrapped her arms around his from behind. "Honey, don't be mad. I just felt sorry for Clara. She walked away from the divorce with nothing, so it's only natural she's broke." Adrian shot me a cold, disgusted look. "You've got the money. Now, get lost. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough already?" I grabbed the check and stumbled out under a chorus of laughter. The moment I stepped through the door, I heard someone ask, "Adrian, do you regret marrying Clara?"

A single glare from her fiance made her stop. I got back to my speech. "I want to give a toast to the couple of the night. Four years ago, when Xander and I got divorced, we parted on a bad note, but I am more than happy that he has finally found love again with my sister Emma, who was by his side all this while. They are just perfect for each other and I pray they get happily married with children. " I wished the couple, which stunned some people, but there was some hesitant applause from the audience.

“Yeah, always. You know that, Jax.” “All this money that I have? It didn’t come from Curves, and it obviously didn’t come from my family. But before you start to worry, it didn’t come from anything illegal.” “OK.” She waited. “I won the lottery.” She blinked. “Like… the real lottery? Little balls falling into a clear box and a guy in a penguin suit calling the numbers?” “Yep. Exactly.” “Here, in Colorado?” “No, back home. The Michigan State Lottery.”

"Don't worry, we'll remarry once Charlie forgives me," Janine Cartwood said while signing the papers. She was confident that I would always love her, which was why she did not read the terms in the divorce papers. In a rare moment, Janine lost herself in thought as the divorce was finalized. When she turned to me to say something, Charlie Lloyd embraced her excitedly. "I can't believe you got divorced for me, Janine! I love you so much!"

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

I just want it all, and I promise to make him the happiest man alive. Before meeting Steve, I was really struggling to get money. I mean, after losing my job, the abortion, and Felix throwing me out of the house. I had honestly thought that my life was over. But now, I was swimming in millions. To Stephen, money was never a problem, and I feel like I am the luckiest woman to walk on earth. After so much struggle, I now have plenty to enjoy. After the divorce, Stephen has never gone to see his family. And that is not my concern. I don't blame him for loving me the way he does. I mean, I deserve him. He was happy with me and that is what matted the most anyway.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

It made me realize I had a kink for men with an Italian accent. So yeah, I had eloped with him in hopes of finally settling down as the wife of an Italian business boss. But screw that plan. It ended badly. I thought I had to start from scratch, but Derek still wanted me. He chose me even after getting married. He promised to divorce Vanessa and be with me again. I saw hope. It wasn’t so bad settling with him. Just as promised, I was the only woman after he divorced my step-sister. Everything was going alright and I already planned how things were going to be in the future.

Alice laughed “But hey, don't think you can distract me that easily. Whether it’s Christmas in three days or not, we still need to figure out when we’re going to go out and celebrate the fact that idiot finally signed the divorce papers!” “I think I waited so long for this that I exhausted my strength before I could even celebrate.” Lucy snorted, but her calm and happy countenance almost made her seem like another woman, very different from how her friend was earlier that year, when she was still Mrs. Peterson “I wish I could have helped the process go even faster by accepting his first agreement not to share his assets with me, but…” “But she should never accept this kind of injustice, afte

She laughed and said, “You know, I won $10,000 last night. Have you forgotten?” I smiled and remembered how she had played the lottery and hit the jackpot. She was so lucky. “Oh yeah, that’s true. You did win a lot of money. So what are you going to do with it? Are you going on a vacation to the Bahamas, to Mauritius, to India?” I joked. She shook her head and said, “No, I’m actually going to get my kids and rent a new place somewhere downtown.” I nodded and hugged her. “That’s a brilliant idea. At least now you can be safe with your kids and you don’t have to go back to your husband’s place anymore until the divorce is over,” I said.