Weeks later, I placed divorce papers on the table alongside proof of the lottery winnings. I watched Reggie’s face shift from disbelief to panic.
“You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” he said.
“I wasn’t supposed to hear you planning to erase me either,” I replied.
The legal process was swift. The court recognized the deception and ensured consequences Reggie hadn’t anticipated. Malik and I walked away with something far more valuable than money: dignity.
Today, we live in a sunlit home outside Atlanta. Malik attends a school that nurtures his curiosity. I fund scholarships for single parents who just need one unexpected moment of grace—because sometimes luck doesn’t arrive to save a marriage.
Sometimes it arrives to save a person.
And every time I pass a convenience store glowing with lottery signs, I smile—not because of the money, but because I remember the moment I chose myself… and changed everything.
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