Lottery Win: Husband Pushed Me Down the Stairs While Pregnant

"I just won the lottery! Two hundred million dollars! How should I spend all that money?"

I was soaking in a luxurious bathtub at a five-star hotel, calling my best friend, Vickie Blake.

"Are you serious?"

"Let's go to SeaBreeze Restaurant and have a feast! We'll start with some delicious soup, and then order every seafood dish they've got!"

"Sounds perfect. See you soon."

I had just collected my winnings. The pre-tax jackpot was two hundred million dollars, with each ticket worth one million dollars.

Preston's ticket was multiplied ten times over, making it worth ten million dollars.

However, I made his lottery ticket.

To create the fake ticket, I contacted one of those shady ads, and they produced a counterfeit one that was so convincing it was almost impossible to tell it apart from the real one.

I wondered if he would be able to claim that ten million dollars with a fake ticket.

"Coral trout, geoduck, mantis shrimp..."

"Roberta, look. Isn't that Preston? What's he doing here?" Vickie asked, her eyes widening as she scanned the menu.

Over by the seafood tank, Kathie was clinging to Preston's arm, ordering food. The two of them were laughing and joking, so close they were nearly kissing.

"It looks like him..."

I didn't even finish my sentence before Vickie stormed over and grabbed Kathie by the hair.

"You shameless bitch! How dare you steal someone else's husband!"

With a swift over-the-shoulder throw, Vickie slammed Kathie onto the ground.

"Vickie! What the hell are you doing?" Preston yelled, rushing to protect Kathie, shielding her behind him.

"You bastard! Scumbag!"

As Vickie hurled insults, Preston found himself on the ground, too, groaning in pain.

Vickie had trained in martial arts.

I hid behind a pillar.

Vickie's fiery temper was making things a bit tricky for me.

I hadn't even told her about the divorce yet, but seeing those two get a beating made me happy.

Preston was shaking with rage. "Roberta! We're divorced! Are you following me? How could you get someone to attack us?"

Vickie froze, embarrassed, and quickly hid behind me.

I held back my laughter as I walked over and helped Kathie up.

"Kathie, right? I'm so sorry! Vickie got a bit too worked up, please don't take it personally."

Kathie, her face streaked with tears, cried out, "Preston, call the police! I want her to go to jail!"

I looked at Preston, my eyes welling up with tears, pretending to be deeply hurt.

"Preston, you don't have time to have dinner with me, but you have time for another woman?"

I gently placed my hand on my stomach. "How could you do this to me and our baby?"

Preston froze, and the crowd around us began to murmur.

"I knew she was a mistress all along."

"This mistress has no shame."

"Disgusting!"

An older woman spat, nearly hitting Kathie in the face.