“Mom, great job! That scumbag is probably still dreaming about his money. His face will be priceless when he checks the ceiling. But we need to move fast. After the divorce tomorrow, we’ll buy the lottery ticket. The $11 million jackpot is ours!”
I sat in the back seat, watching the scenery fly past the window. The anger I’d held in for so long finally eased.
Scott, you thought you’d dumped a worn-out wife. You had no idea you’d just sent away a money magnet.
That night, in the presidential suite, I ordered a seafood feast I’d never dared to buy before. While eating king crab, my son told me stories from my past life.
It turned out that after I jumped into the river in my past life, Scott didn’t shed a single tear. He even released a statement claiming I was mentally ill.
He used my death to build a loving, devoted image, sending his company’s stock price soaring.
That mistress, Barbara, spent my compensation money on limited-edition handbags. They even scattered my ashes in some desolate place.
Hearing this, I crushed the crab leg in my hand. “Son, I’ll make them pay.”