ManyWriters

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

The next morning, Mason woke me up early.


I deliberately felt the bed beside me, "It's so cold, honey."


"Ah..." He didn't expect me to suddenly say this, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.


"Uh... yeah, I got up to check out the hotel's breakfast..."


Watching him rack his brains for an excuse, I couldn't help but find it amusing.


"Oh, I see. I thought you went out for a quickie."


He instantly stiffened, and after a moment, he forced a smile and said:


"Darling, what kind of joke is that? How could that be possible?"


I smiled at him, "Come on, let's go get Vienna for breakfast."


But Mason's "good luck" still hadn't stopped.


"Sir, congratulations! You've won the grand prize!"


During breakfast, the hotel held a small event.


As expected, Mason scored the grand prize again.


Chapter 12