After Divorce, I Won The Christmas Lottery Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucius’s death had nothing to do with me. Lilian and Rebecca were speechless. A month later, I did what Lucius had told me. I went to the bank to get the lottery ticket out of the safe. Then, I cashed the prize money at the lottery store. After paying the taxes, the remaining reward money belonged to me alone. Since I had not divorced Lucius, Lilian and I were his nominees. Lilian was waiting for me at the door of the lottery store. It had been a month since I had last met her. Her hair had turned gray.

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.

His body was worn down by indulgence, so he was absolutely no match for Noah. I took hold of Noah, who was still eager to fight, and left without looking back even once. I treated Harvey exactly the way he had treated me countless times before. It didn't take long for the divorce proceedings to go through, as I received the divorce certificate the following month. Harvey and I no longer had anything to do with each other from that moment on. I received a large monetary gift from someone back in Caldoria on the day of my wedding. I knew exactly who it was from, but it was simply too late for gestures like that. I didn't need it anymore.

The receptionist asked, "Would you like something to drink, Mr. Morley?" "No need," Ray said with an easy smile. "This shouldn't take long." "Alright," she said, and slipped out, closing the door behind her. "You seem to be in a hurry," Chuck said. "Let's get started, then." Ray nodded. "I divorced my ex-wife yesterday. Afterward, I won the lottery. Now she's suing me, claiming I hid marital assets and demanding a redistribution." He spoke with a trace of mockery. Chuck chuckled. "The divorce date and the lottery win should both be timestamped. Honestly, you don't even need me. Submit that evidence and it's an easy win."

Cillian snapped coldly. Bellatrix swallowed her anger. There was no point. She pulled the divorce papers from her bag and handed them to him. “Have your lawyer look over it. Once everything’s confirmed, we’ll go to city hall and finalize the divorce.” Without waiting for his response, she walked forward, pulling her suitcase. Once again, her wrist was seized by his large hand. He let out a cold laugh. “You’ll do anything for my attention, won’t you? If you really wanted a divorce, would you have waited until now?”

" came the response. Dickson, taken aback, reached for his phone to call her, only to realise he didn't have her number. Throughout their two and a half -year marriage, Amanda had been the one to initiate calls, and he had never bothered to save her number. Now, five years after their divorce, her contact had vanished from his records. Surprisingly, he found that he could still reach her through I*******m, a connection that had persisted despite their divorce.

“I just need to get my things. I can leave….” He laughed harshly, cutting me off. “Your things? I bought everything you think belongs to you! You bring nothing to this marriage but bad luck! Get out of my house!” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stood frozen, disbelief enveloping me as he tossed my handbag at me like it was trash. “Get out!” he roared again, his voice echoing through our once-happy home like a death sentence. Stumbling backward, I turned and fled, my heart shattering with every step. The door slammed behind me, the sound ringing in my ears, a final goodbye to the life I thought I had.

“I’ve been really busy with work and adjusting to my—” “I get it.” It crawled out before I could even control it. It was awfully distant, I wanted to take it back when I saw how her shoulders dropped. Regardless of anything, this woman was still my wife. Letting out a sigh, I wiggled the shopping bags in the air. “Truthfully, I forgot about your birthday. And these shopping bags are for Sophi—” Her jaw clenched. “Sophia?” “Relax.” I sighed. “I met her at the mall and decided to give her a drive home.”

But at that time, Edwin's suppression had crushed what little confidence I had left, and I felt hopelessly out of touch. Plus, I didn't have a penny to invest, so I declined her kind offer. The day I won the lottery, I had wanted to call Edwin. Nevertheless, he was busy with Diana, and the phone call he ignored became the final nail in the coffin of our marriage. Once I had decided to divorce him, I handed the lottery ticket straight to Andrea to cash. After everything Edwin had done to me, there was no way I'd let him get a dime of it. And so, the four million dollars after tax had gone directly into Andrea's company.

I gave in to a coworker's persuasion and bought a lottery ticket while I was on my way to deliver food to a customer. Perhaps heaven finally decided to favor me, as I won 60 million dollars. I was at a loss for words when the notification appeared on my phone, instructing me to claim the prize. All I knew was that I was overwhelmed with excitement. God was finally on my side for once. I sprinted home and couldn't wait to share the good news with my wife, Morrigan Frost.