Lottery Win: Husband Pushed Me Down the Stairs While Pregnant

After winning a staggering two hundred million dollars, Preston Branson decides he wants out of his marriage. But his pregnant wife refuses to let their unborn child grow up in a broken home. She issues an ultimatum: he can have his divorce, but only if he splits the jackpot. Pretending to agree to a reconciliation, Preston harbors a far more sinister plan. Instead of a compromise, he pushes her from the twenty-seventh floor, ending both her life and the life of their unborn baby.

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Chapter 5

"Roberta! What nonsense are you talking about?" Preston's expression was conflicted.

"We're divorced. What baby are you talking about?"

I didn't back down. "I just found out this morning. If you don't believe me, we can go to the hospital right now and check."

Kathie sneered, clutching Preston's arm tightly.

"You're divorced. Who knows whose baby that is? You're old and broken, so how dare you come to SeaBreeze Restaurant. Do you even have the money for this place?

You will embarrass yourself when you can't pay the bill."

"You!" Vickie was about to lunge at her again, but I quickly held her back.

The last thing I wanted was for Vickie to end up in a police station.

I took the menu from the waiter and said, "It's only a few thousand dollars. I have an idea. Why don't you order the same as us?"

Kathie lifted her chin. "Fine!"

The dishes came one after another, and the four of us sat at adjacent tables.

As the plates piled up, Preston's face grew darker and darker.

"Kathie, just because we have money now doesn't mean we should waste it like this."

Vickie scoffed. "Don't tell me you can't afford it?"

"Ridiculous!"

Kathie slammed her hand on the table. "Preston won ten million dollars! How could we not have money?"

Preston forced a smile and said, "Roberta, don't listen to her."

"Preston! You're divorced, and you've signed the marital property agreement. What's the point of hiding it from her?"

Seeing Kathie so smug, I decided to play along. "Preston, why don't we get remarried? Let's give our child a complete family."

"Are you dreaming? I'm pregnant too! You should just get rid of that bastard child of yours."

Hearing the words "bastard child," Preston's expression changed.

Preston slammed his fork down on the table and barked, "I'm done eating. Let's pay the bill!"

The waiter quickly approached. "Sir, the total is one hundred eighteen thousand eight hundred dollars. Will you be paying by phone or card?"

"What? How much?"

"One hundred eighteen thousand eight hundred dollars."

The waiter held up the bill, looking slightly displeased.

Vickie burst out laughing. "You can't pay, can you?!"

Preston didn't have enough money, and after scraping together what they could, the two of them barely managed to pay the bill.

"Hum, when we cash the prize, you'll see how rich we are."

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