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After we finalized the divorce, I immediately packed my belongings and prepared to leave. “Don’t take anything yet! Let me check if you took anything valuable!” Mary wanted to search me. She said mockingly, “Why are you acting so happy? Without my son, you’re nothing! I bet you’ll live like a dog!” I did not bother with her. I rented a storage room and put my items there before going to the lottery center to get my reward. Aside from taxes and some donations that I made, I still had $40 million with me. Six months later, I received the amount in my account.

The moment he saw me arrive, he rushed over impatiently, dragged me out of the car, and pulled me inside to finalize the divorce. By the time we walked out with the divorce certificate in hand, the woman in the passenger seat finally opened the door and stepped out. Even though she was wearing a loose dress, I could still see the slight curve of her belly. Just as Linda had said, Wade already had another woman, and even a child. As if worried I might lose control, Wade quickly stepped in front of her, shielding her protectively. I did not even bother with them. Instead, feeling lighter than I had in years, I waved down a cab and headed straight to claim my lottery prize.

her mother said, causing Elaine to stare at her. “Is that the reason why he fought for my custody? Cause he knew that if I left with you, the dividends won’t be falling in his hands? After I left and couldn’t get the dividends, he realized that I was receiving more money than he was, right?” Elaine asked, and her mother nodded as she didn’t see the need to lie to her.

The lighting was warm inside the live broadcast room. Wearing a simple suit, I calmly sat in front of the camera. The host asked cautiously, "Ms. Scott, what do you think about the recent online discussions about your divorce and your new company?" I smiled at the camera. "I divorced my ex-husband to fix the mistake I made in the past. The company is a new beginning for me. I don't regret any of my choices." "I heard that Larson Group's in a tough position lately. Are you—"

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.

They eventually reaped what they had sown with their impulsiveness and blind stupidity. My divorce from Victoria was finalized not long after. The court ruled in my favor, and Victoria was ordered to return the 1.2 million dollars in engagement gifts. The day I got the verdict, I stood outside the courthouse and watched the clouds move across the sky, feeling utterly relieved. Everything that had happened on New Year's Eve was finally over. After I was discharged, I sold the house I had bought while we were married and moved into a different place. I couldn't stand living somewhere Victoria had been.

She had to remind herself of that. Beside her, Caleb looked reassuringly calm, his presence was like a steady anchor in the storm of her mind. "You ready?" he asked, his voice gentle. Jane nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. They walked together to the clerk's office, where the marriage certificate awaited. Jane hesitated before signing, the weight of the divorce papers she had signed earlier still fresh in her mind. She had once loved Marcus deeply, and believed in their future together. But the betrayal—the sting of finding him with her cousin Abby—was a wound that had yet to fully heal.

After four long years of endurance, endless nights of tears, and the quiet, gnawing ache of one-sided love, here I was—divorced, broken, but not defeated. Eight months ago, I had thought my marriage to Lance left me with nothing but scars and regrets. Yet, as I cradled my daughter Bella, watching her tiny face as she slept, I realized she was my unexpected miracle, my blessing born from pain.

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

When his business finally began to flourish, I still refrained from indulging myself for the best of the family. Recently, Christian's company had been struggling with cash flow problems, so I tightened the household budget even more. I haggled over groceries and stretched every dollar to its limit. Yet now, I realized my sacrifices meant nothing to him. He had no problem spending extravagantly on another woman while treating me with indifference. Wiping away my tears, I clenched the ten-million-dollar winning lottery ticket in my pocket. Yes, I had won ten million dollars. I had planned to surprise Christian tonight during our Christmas celebration at home. I also wanted to tell him that I