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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.

It instructs me to choose coins until I match three of the same color, then I win the jackpot of that color. Dawn points to the four jackpot options on the very top of the screen. “The least you will win is $149.22,” she points out. My first choice reveals a green coin. Looking up, I see the green jackpot is over nine-hundred-dollars. I’d love that. Next, I uncover a red coin with a matching jackpot of $252.98. I’d be ahead if I won that pot. After that, I reveal a blue coin, and then a green one.

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

"Why don't you tell him? Do I have the right to own 5% of this company's stock or not?" Macy froze, completely speechless. I added meaningfully, "So the things you just used to threaten me happen to be the things I care about the least. There's no need to go through all the trouble of blacklisting me from the industry either. "I just checked the market value of that 5% stake, and it's even higher than I anticipated. It's more than enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life. "In fact, I should thank you all. Especially Owen. If he hadn't forced me to hand over my lottery winnings and snapped me awake, I might have chosen to stay and keep diligently grinding away as a low-level

With that, he raised the lottery ticket in both hands, ready to tear it apart. "Dad! No!" Vincent let out a piercing scream and lunged forward, grabbing Dad's leg in a panic. He shouted, "Don't tear it! That ticket can win us 100 million dollars!"

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.

She raised her voice and continued, "Everybody here, listen up! This good-for-nothing here lost 100 million gambling on soccer, and now he's trying to scam me, his mother-in-law, out of 800 dollars! A heartless scumbag like him should go to hell!' Whispers immediately spread through the crowd. Even a few older men who regularly bought lottery tickets at my shop started shooting me judgmental glances. "He always seemed pretty honest. Who knew he'd gamble so recklessly?" "Well, you never know. 100 million dollars, huh? He's going to rot in prison for that." Celia held up her phone and pointed the camera straight at me. Comments flooded into the livestream in an endless torrent. The people on t

I mutter in response as I tap on the message I sent to myself from Mum’s phone. It leads me a to a pretty small webpage with a spin the wheel button, hesitating, I click on it and the wheel spins for a few seconds before stopping on “Nothing.” The wheel has five options, “Nothing”, “Spin again”, “Skincare coupon”, “Mc Donald Coupon”, and the apparent jackpot, “All-expense paid trip to an Island”. And you unfortunately get one spin. I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again.

"Did you hear about the Langston family in Nautilis? The two brothers just proposed to the same young woman in public!" "They were on their knees right by her hospital bed, and the diamonds on those rings were huge!" "Seriously, how is she that lucky?" My phone buzzed with a notification. Queenie had just posted a picture on her social media showing off both of her ring fingers—each adorned with a different diamond ring. It was captioned, "Don't talk to me about time proving love. Old hags should just stop being delusional." And, of course, she blatantly tagged me.