Lottery Win: Husband Pushed Me Down the Stairs While Pregnant

On Wednesday evening, I was watching TV when Preston sat down next to me and said, "Roberta, I'm sorry."

He spoke with tears in his eyes, "It's my fault. My salary isn't as high as yours, and I've made you suffer these past few years."

I didn't know what he was up to.

I straightened up, watching him perform, thinking, "Is he trying to divorce me?"

The lottery results were announced yesterday.

In my previous life, we watched the draw together. But this time, he didn't even mention it to me and had deleted the lottery numbers from my phone.

I could tell he was trying to hide the fact that he'd won.

I raised an eyebrow but stayed silent.

He had to push forward. "I've drafted a marital property agreement. You just need to sign it. It's for your own protection."

I was a bit puzzled.

I took the papers and glanced at them. The agreement stated that all marital assets would be kept separate.

I immediately realized he was trying to prevent me from getting a share of his money.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Roberta, I'm doing this for your own good. Think it over..."

"Here!" I handed him the signed agreement.

Preston's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't even finished convincing me to sign.

He couldn't believe I agreed so quickly.

I chuckled softly.

"Since we're both free today, why don't we get this notarized right away?"

Preston nodded eagerly.

As soon as the notarization was done before we even left the office and while the ink was still drying, Preston pulled out divorce papers and, ever so considerately, handed me a pen.

"Roberta, let's get a divorce."

"A divorce?"

He couldn't wait even a minute, eager to take his winnings and start a new life.

In my previous life, he married Kathie Wilson just days after my death. They had a son and lived a happy life together.

"Is he that desperate?" I thought to myself

A sharp sound brought me back to reality.

Preston had slapped himself hard across the face.

"Roberta, I'm sorry! It's all my fault. I've made you suffer, and I want to set you free, to let you live the life you deserve."

His face immediately swelled, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

To deceive me into a divorce, he really went all out.

I thought, "Do I need him to persuade me out of this marriage with him?

What is there to hold on to with a man who could hit me at any moment?"

Under my clothes, my body was covered in bruises.

There were finger marks from where he'd grabbed me, bruises from where he'd kicked me, and more from where he'd hit me with various objects.

Everything in the house had become his weapon of choice. Slippers, ashtrays, rolling pins, whatever he could get his hands on when he was upset, he used to hit me.

I shook my head, realizing how foolish I had been before.

"Fine."

I signed the papers quickly, tears streaming down my face.

"Roberta?"

Preston looked at me with a mix of regret and concern, "I still love you. I want you to be happy."

I nearly slipped and gagged with disgust.

"Let's finalize the divorce tomorrow, don't forget!"