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On my birthday, my best friend claimed she was a bit short on cash and gave me a lottery ticket as a gift.
I didn't mind at all. In fact, I secretly helped her out financially quite a bit and even introduced her to a new job opportunity.
Later, I discovered the lottery ticket had won three million dollars, and I generously gave all of the winnings to her.
Little did I know, she conspired with my husband. They snuck into my house and stabbed me frantically seven or eight times, all while raving madly.
"If you could give me three million, you must have won much more. How could it possibly be only three million!"
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she gave me that birthday gift.

A Lottery Ticket That Bought Freedom

Vienna remained silent the entire time, and Mason had lost his enthusiasm for continuing the outing.


Just before bedtime, Mason brought me a glass of milk.


"Here, aren't you used to having this before bed..."


He seemed to suddenly realize something and abruptly stopped mid-sentence.


"Hmm? I don't have that bedtime habit. Who does?"


Beads of cold sweat began to form on Mason's forehead.


He brought the glass to his lips, "It's me, I'm the one with this habit..."


"Oh—I see!" I feigned sudden realization, "Honey, when did you pick up this habit?"


He brushed aside the stray hair on his forehead, wiping away the cold sweat, "Rosalie, drinking a glass of warm milk before bed helps with sleep. Let me heat one up for you too."


Curious to see what he was up to, I didn't refuse.


As Mason went to warm up some milk for me, I took the opportunity to turn on the hidden camera I had set up earlier.


Chapter 11