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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

We traveled to the famous tourist city of Boston.


Although I wasn't thrilled about it, I still only booked two rooms.


After all, on the surface, Mason and I didn't have any conflicts worthy of separate accommodations yet.


I carefully selected the most suitable layout from the reserved rooms in our family's hotel.


A room with a ten-foot bed would definitely allow Mason and me to sleep in the same bed without any contact.


Having been to Boston before, I could plan out the most appropriate itinerary with hardly any effort.


What's a vacation without food and shopping?


I took them both to a chain restaurant I had invested in.


After the meal, I pulled out my black card and handed it to Mason, gesturing, "You go pay the bill, honey."


Vienna was very interested in my black card, "Rosalie, let me go! I want to try the feeling of swiping a black card too!"


Of course, I couldn't let her go, so I secretly nudged Mason and said quietly, "You go."


Chapter 10