My husband won five million in the lottery. That same day, he brought his mistress home. He demanded a divorce and told me to get out without a cent. When I refused, he drugged me. He hired five men, and they filmed it all. The video went viral. I became the whore while he played the heartbroken, betrayed husband. The scandal gave my father a heart attack. I watched Derek kick his medication across the floor. His hired thugs tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he left to buy the winning ticket. I watched Derek heading for the door. “Honey, I’m coming with you.” He looked at me, confused. “Why?” Feigning a pout, I hooked my arm through his. On this exact day in my previous life, he bought a lottery ticket that won the $5 million jackpot. That same evening, he brought his mistress into our home and demanded a divorce. When I refused to leave, he used the vilest methods to destroy my reputation. On my birthday, he pretended he wanted to reconcile. He tricked me into drinking whiskey. The drink was drugged with aphrodisiacs. As I grew disoriented, he led me into a room. Five men wearing animal masks waited inside, holding various toys. “Not bad for an older chick!” “Who’s going first?” The men traded crude jokes over my broken sobs. Soon they gagged me. I squeezed my eyes shut, despair washing over me as hot tears of shame tracked down my face. The horror deepened when the video surfaced online. Shot from specific angles and brutally edited, it made me look like a willing participant. A storm of online abuse came crashing down. I became the target of every vile insult, while Derek played the role of the pitiful, betrayed husband to perfection. Extreme users tracked down our address. They smashed our windows and pounded on our door with midnight threats. I sank into severe depression, trapped inside home, terrified to go out. My father went to confront Derek, only to find him making out with his mistress in public. The sight was too much for my dad’s weak heart. He collapsed on the spot, consumed by rage. Instead of helping, Derek kicked my father’s emergency medication into a storm drain. I never got to say goodbye. I grabbed a knife, determined to make Derek pay. But his thugs disarmed me and threw me into the basement. “It would’ve been easier if you’d just agreed to the divorce,” Derek said coldly. “Scarlett’s pregnant. I can’t have my child born a bastard.” I spat in his face. “I’ll haunt you from my grave! Wiping the spit from his jacket, he smirked. “You? Get revenge? Don’t make me laugh.” Then he turned to his men. “She’s all yours. Have fun.” The door slammed shut, sealing my fate. After my death, Derek and his mistress lived a life of luxury with their newborn son. My case was closed as a depression-related suicide. I never become a ghost. Instead, I woke up reborn. This time, I’ll make them pay for everything!
I slipped my hand through Derek’s arm, gazing up at him sweetly. ” promised my followers I’d buy some lottery tickets for a giveaway. They all say I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful husband. They want to share in my good fortune.” As a minor influencer, I’d carefully crafted the image of a perfect marriage for my audience. The reality was… different. Before Derek could respond, I added, “I already had Scarlett bring the car around. The three of us can go together.” At the mention of Scarlett’s name, his expression shifted instantly. I knew. Today was his anniversary with his mistress. They’d planned to celebrate together, and I was crashing their precious date. Feigning innocence, I continued, “ou’re so gentle, thoughtful, and loyal. Being married to you is truly the greatest honor.” Hearing me praise, his expression softened into a proud smile. “In that case, you’d better hold on to me tightly. Don’t give any other woman a chance, alright?” A wave of nausea washed over me. How could I have been so blind in my past life? He was a gold-digger who genuinely believed he was a coveted prize. Just as we reached the curb, Scarlett pulled up in her car. “Ava, Derek, hop in.” Scarlett was wearing a red, deep V-neck dress today, her ample chest drawing all attention. It looked like Scarlett had put a lot of effort into their anniversary. In my previous life, I only found out right before I died that Derek and Scarlett weren’t cousins, as he claimed, but his lovers. Scarlett was sexy, fiery, and knew how to charm men. Taking her out probably boosted Derek’s ego immensely. I was a career woman, a boss. At home, he was a freeloader around me, but only with Scarlett could he feel like a man again. He even recommended his “cousin” Scarlett when I needed to hire an assistant for my busy job. I remembered how he used to come to my company frequently to bring me coffee. Turns out, he wasn’t coming to see me at all. He was coming to see Scarlett. Such blatant cheating! I was truly blind in my last life! And at this moment, Derek was staring at Scarlett as if he wanted to rip her dress off. I feigned jealousy. “Honey, you’re staring at Scarlett like that. People might think you two are a couple.” My words made a flicker of panic flash in both their eyes. Scarlett waved her hands frantically. “Ava, don’t joke around. Derek’s my cousin!” “Is he?” My gaze lingered between the two of them, my tone flat, as I stepped into the car. My sarcastic question made them squirm. The car was eerily quiet the whole way. Derek frequently glanced at me, his lips moving, but he said nothing. “Scarlett, how long have you been my assistant now?” I suddenly asked. Scarlett paused, then said, “Three years.” Scarlett had been my assistant for three years. And Derek’s mistress for three years. I had been kept in the dark for three whole years! Derek retorted, “Why do you ask? Scarlett is diligent and responsible. She’s helped you a lot, hasn’t she?” I looked at him desperately defending Scarlett and found it amusing. The car stopped. I turned my head, staring intently into Derek’s eyes. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by a smile. I smiled. “Nothing, just thinking Scarlett’s been here three years, figured I’d give her a raise.” “I didn’t expect you two to be so excited.” I pushed the car door open and stepped out ahead of them. Walking straight into the lottery shop, I approached the counter. “I’d like to buy every ticket with a 9 in its number. Every single one.”
The clerk stared. “That’s…a significant number. Are you sure you want all of them?” I nodded, my gaze firm. Derek, who had followed on my heels, came up and clapped a hand on my shoulder. “I had my eye on the nines today too, honey. Let me have one.” “No.” I didn’t even hesitate. There was no chance I was giving him a shot at that five million. My family’s lives depended on it. Derek’s smile stiffened on his face. Scarlett stepped in to smooth things over, pulling out five dollars. “Derek, I think the eights look lucky today too.” “Fine.” They exchanged a sweet glance, which sent shivers down my spine. “Derek, well? Did you win?” Derek sighed, rubbing his forehead, and shook his head. In my previous life, when they came out for their anniversary, Scarlett suggested buying a lottery ticket for fun. But to their surprise, that ticket hit the $5 million jackpot. Derek immediately saw Scarlett as his lucky charm and brought her right to my doorstep to gloat. Well. Now the winning ticket was safely in my hands. How this game would be played was entirely my decision. The next day, I took the ticket and claimed the prize. After taxes, I walked away with a cool $4 million. Worried Derek might snoop through my accounts, I immediately transferred the entire amount to my father’s bank account. In my previous life, because I made good money as an influencer, I’d give Derek $7,500 every month. It was for his expenses, framed as compensation for taking care of me since he didn’t work. Ever since we started dating and then got married, Derek had never held a job. He’d rub my shoulders, coaxing me. “My colleagues always isolated me. I don’t know what I did wrong.” “Ava, you work outside, and I’ll be your supportive partner at home.” “I love cooking, cleaning, and giving you massages. It makes me so happy.” At the time, I was completely swept away by his sweet talk and kept supporting him. And he, in turn, shamelessly used my money to keep his mistress! The thought made me tremble with rage. When I got home, I saw Derek and Scarlett sitting on opposite ends of the sofa. Scarlett’s hair was a little disheveled, and her lipstick was smudged. Both their clothes had wrinkles. It was clear how intense things had been on the sofa before I came home. “Ava, weren’t you supposed to be filming a commercial?” Scarlett adjusted her collar. “Yeah, why are you back so soon? Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve picked you up,” Derek said, his eyes darting away. I found the panicked looks on their faces incredibly amusing. “Oh, they canceled it last minute.” I took a couple of steps then suddenly turned back. “What were you two doing just now? You’re both out of breath.” The two on the sofa froze. A long silence hung in the air before Derek spoke. “We were… just exercising. That’s why we’re tired.” I gave a nod of feigned understanding and retreated to my room. In minutes, I’d created a new TikTok account. My first post went live. “GUESS WHAT?! I just won $5 MILLION from that lottery giveaway!” I made sure to tag my main account. At lunch, Derek’s face was stormy. “Did you see,” he demanded, his voice tight, “that post from one of your followers? The one about winning five million from your giveaway?”
I lowered my head to sip my soup, giving a slight nod. My calmness seemed to infuriate him most. He slammed his bowl to the floor, sending shards flying. “I saw that ticket! The one I wanted! If you’d just given it to me, that five million would be mine! That money should be mine!” Watching his outburst, I felt nothing but absurdity. “I bought it first. Why would I give it to you?” “We…we’re married, Ava.” Now he remembers we’re married? Where was that thought when he killed my father? When he destroyed my life? “I don’t care! The winner was supposed to be me. Go get that ticket back.” He screamed hysterically, as if he’d lost his mind. I ignored him and went back to my room. Derek made a call from the living room. No doubt, it was Scarlett on the other end. He’d taken a hit here and needed to go back to his comfort zone. I wanted to push him to his limits. After all, even a cornered dog will bite. It wasn’t surprising he was desperate, because right about now… Scarlett had just found out she was pregnant. It was the same timing as in my previous life, only I had found out later. Derek desperately wanted to divorce me now. If he didn’t, his and Scarlett’s child would be born a bastard, and they’d constantly face the risk of me finding out and kicking them out. But he had no job and no money. His only income was the money I gave him. That’s why he was so furious when he saw the follower win $5 million. Because in his eyes, that lottery ticket rightfully belonged to him. He was the one who asked me for it first. I just didn’t give it to him. It wasn’t just $5 million; it was his leverage to divorce me. While Derek was out, I installed hidden cameras in discreet corners of the house. Then, I picked up my phone and made a call. “Yes, I’ve decided to participate in your reality show.” I slept for a whole afternoon in my room. When I woke up, Derek was back, and Scarlett was there too. The shattered bowl from lunch had been cleaned up, and Scarlett was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Seeing me come out, Scarlett rushed over and grabbed my hand. “Ava, Derek didn’t mean it this afternoon. He told me he was just really upset.” “Ava, don’t hold it against him.” I pulled my hand away and sat down at the dining table, resting my chin on my hand. I smiled. “I’m not holding it against him. Winning or not winning is just a matter of luck.” “You should blame Derek for his bad luck.” He certainly had bad luck. After all, I was reborn on the day he went to buy that lottery ticket. Thinking this, I tried hard to suppress the corners of my mouth from turning up. To be fair, Derek was an excellent cook. Had he been honest, I wouldn’t have minded increasing his monthly allowance. But he wasn’t content with honesty. He needed a mistress too. “Darling, could you lend me $150,000? I’m looking to invest in stocks.” Me: “Didn’t you just lose $75,000 in the market last month?” “I’m not even asking about that $75,000, but this $150,000 is absolutely out of the question.” Derek: “But-” Scarlett’s sudden retching cut him off. I set down my fork, feigning surprise. “Scarlett, are you… pregnant?”
“No, no, it’s nothing. Just an upset stomach lately. I’ll be fine after resting for a couple of days.” The moment Scarlett finished speaking, a glass of water appeared before her. Derek had already risen to fetch it from the kitchen the instant she started retching. What a considerate Prince Charming. “Scarlett, since you’re unwell, I’ll attend tomorrow’s event alone. You should stay at my place and let Derek look after you.” “Ava, are you sure you can manage by yourself?” I nodded calmly. “Derek, you must take very good care of Scarlett while I’m away on business.” Oh, he needed to take excellent care of her indeed. Because after today, the two of them would be utterly, completely ruined. The next day, they saw me off at the airport. The moment they returned home, they were all over each other. The high-definition cameras captured everything. You could even hear the wet smack of their kisses with perfect clarity. They had grown careless this time, never even bothering to ask what kind of show I was participating in.
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