Reborn Before My Husband's 100 Million Lottery Draw

Jennifer flung herself into Chris’s arms, her tears mingling with a triumphant smile. I knew that Chris had received the winning lottery information. Calmly, I pushed the divorce agreement toward him, my demeanor unwavering. "Sign it," I said, my voice steady.

Chris held Jennifer with one arm and took the agreement in his other hand, scrutinizing it carefully. His face twisted in anger as he read through the terms. "Eloise, you vile woman. You’re trying to take away so much of my property!"

Last night, after purchasing the lottery ticket, I hadn’t been idle. I had arranged for a thorough investigation into all of Chris’s assets and enlisted a lawyer to draft a comprehensive divorce agreement. The villa, which had been left to me by my father, was not up for negotiation. Chris would retain control of the company, but I had demanded 30% of his shares and 20 million in cash. Most importantly, I sought custody of my daughter.

Unfazed, I leaned back, my posture relaxed. "Chris, whether you agree or not is irrelevant. We’re getting divorced."

With the upper hand, Chris was left with no real choice but to comply. As I waited for his response, Jennifer resumed her melodramatic crying, her sobs echoing through the room.

Chris hurriedly wrapped his arms around her, his voice soft and soothing. "What happened last night? Didn’t you add something to her milk?"

Jennifer looked at Chris, her expression one of concern mingled with fear. "I don’t know what went wrong. Joana’s mental state seemed off this morning. Could it be...?"

Their whispered conversation was clearly audible to me. I could see them exchanging worried glances, clearly uneasy about the unfolding situation.

"Sign or not?" I pressed, my patience thin. I started to reach for the agreement, preparing to retract it if necessary.

Chris’s grip tightened on the document. "Jennifer, it’s just money. I can give you whatever you want. Money is not an issue—I can always make more. But I can't let my son down."

Jennifer, still clinging to Chris, suddenly burst into laughter, her voice full of glee. She leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on Chris’s lips. "Don’t worry, Chris. We won 100 million in the lottery. We’ll claim the prize tomorrow. Even though that vile woman took a lot, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve to ensure she doesn’t benefit."

Their low-voiced, conspiratorial conversation was unmistakably clear to me. Jennifer’s flushed excitement was evident and for once, her façade of subservience was completely dropped. The once meek and compliant Jennifer was now overtly celebrating her victory.

Chris signed the agreement quickly, his expression a mixture of resignation and frustration. I took the signed document and tucked it away. Then I said to them, "You need to move out today. If you don’t, I’ll have your belongings disposed of as if they were trash."

Jennifer stood up from Chris’s lap, her eyes narrowed in contempt. She inspected me with disdain, her new manicure catching the light. "Eloise, you’re such a failure. You couldn’t even keep your man. Take a good look in the mirror—what man would be interested in your current state?"

Without hesitation, I slapped Jennifer hard across the face. The sharp sound of the impact echoed through the room.