Just in case, I held back my excitement and pretended to be disappointed. "Just one win, only fifty dollars. Lost fifty."

I cashed in the fifty-dollar ticket, carefully tucked the winning ticket into the inner pocket of my bag, and zipped it up.

It wasn't the time to celebrate. Most of the residents in this old neighborhood were elderly, and if word got out, everyone would know I'd won within two days.

If Felipe found out I'd won, what would he do? Would he regret it and come crawling back? Or would he just come up with more excuses to drain me and keep supporting Jewel?

I didn't dare to think about it further. The priority was to leave here, break up with him, and then figure out how to get back at him later.

I quickly hailed a cab and went to a hotel far from here, splurging on the most expensive suite.

Once in the room, I took the winning ticket from my bag, carefully unfolding it and checking it again. I really had won fifty million dollars.

I pulled out my phone and massaged Felipe.

[I knew everything. We're done.]

Without a moment's hesitation, I blocked him.

I found Jewel's number in my phone which had sent me that message earlier, but after thinking it over, I decided to leave her alone.

Finally, I had put an end to that failed relationship I had refused to acknowledge.

I packed everything into the closet in the suite and took a shower.

Standing in front of the sink, I looked at my slightly plump figure. The stress had made my face pale and sallow, with acne scars on my forehead from staying up late. In my early twenties, fine lines were forming under my eyes.

I remembered the vibrant energy I had in college, only to contrast it with the lifelessness that now came from the burdens of life.

Inwardly, I made up my mind. I would change everything about myself, and those who had wronged me would one day be groveling at my feet, begging for my favor.

Just as I was lying on the soft hotel bed, thinking about how to divide up the fifty million dollars, my phone buzzed with a message. It was a picture.

In the photo, Felipe was already asleep, with suggestive red marks on his neck. Jewel was leaning against his shoulder, staring dreamily at the camera.

Two messages followed below the picture.

[Clinging to someone who doesn't love you is so stupid.]

[Sonia, you finally left him. Now, he's mine.]

I didn't bother replying to Jewel.