After Winning the Lottery, My Husband Wants to Marry His Lover1
My useless husband suddenly won a hundred million dollars lottery, and the first thing he wanted to do was to pursue the goddess he had been thinking about for years.
In order to keep all the money for himself, he proposed to divorce me, but I disagreed. Then he joined forces with his family to deal with me, and even tried to harm me by injecting poison into me. Finally, he threw me into the wilderness.
Ironically, I only found out after I died that the winning lottery ticket was a big misunderstanding, and he didn't win at all.
When I opened my eyes again, he was about to present the divorce agreement to me.
I smiled and said, "Is there such a good thing?"
After hearing this, my ex-husband, Dan, frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Samantha, I'm serious."
I calmly replied, "I didn't say you weren't serious. Isn't it a good thing to be relieved of the burden of me?"
His pride got the better of him, and he angrily slammed his fist on the table. If it weren't for the notary present, that fist would probably have landed on my face. "Stop mentioning the burden. Don't I have a job?"
As the saying goes, the less capable a man is, the more he cares about dignity. I sneered, "Yes, you do have a job. You work as a security guard, skip work six times a month, sleep eleven times, and after deducting fines, you barely earn over four hundred, not even enough to buy a drink."
I left him speechless with my words.
Until I was reborn, I didn't realize that for so many years, he was just an ordinary-looking freeloader by my side.
He ate my food, used my things, he was lazy, cunning, greedy, and lustful. His sweet lies were like apples from Snow White's stepmother.
He always dreamed of getting rich overnight, saying that when he became rich, he would give me a luxury house and a luxury car to enjoy life.
But three days ago, he really won the lottery. 100 million dollars, money that can't be spent in a lifetime. In order to prevent me from getting a penny, he chose to divorce me before claiming the prize.
All he gave me was a slap: "Divorce! We must divorce! You've gone too far!"
"Enough!" I shouted.
The notary spoke up, obviously not wanting to see this farce continue.
"Since you've made up your mind, then sign it..."
"Wait!" I stood up and interrupted him.
The notary was puzzled: "Lady, is there anything else you need to add?"