Instead, I just tied my shoelaces. Then I stood up, stepped on the bills and crushed them. “Scott, keep this money for your medical bills. I see a dark aura around you. A major disaster is coming.”
Scott’s face flushed with anger. “Yvette! Don’t push your luck!”
Barbara shrieked, “Who are you to say that?!”
I smiled coldly, hailed a taxi and sped off. Sitting in the car, my palms were sweaty. “Son, what if he finds the stuff on the ceiling is gone?”
“So what if he finds out? We have the divorce certificate and the property agreement. It clearly says personal belongings can’t be touched. That gold bar was your personal item. Does he have proof it’s his? It’s his secret stash and he can’t admit it! Would he dare call the police and claim he’s transferring assets?”
I slapped my thigh. That’s right! He’d have to swallow this bitter pill. Now, the most important thing was to buy the lottery ticket.
Following my son’s instructions, I went to a small lottery shop on the city’s outskirts. “Boss, five quick picks,” I said.
“No! Mom, not quick picks! I’ll give you the numbers; remember them: 05, 12, 19, 26, 31, 08, 14.”
I quickly corrected myself. “Sorry, boss, I’ll pick the numbers myself.”
Holding the thin lottery ticket felt hotter than the bag of gold bars. $11 million! If I won, I’d never worry again. “Son, can we really win?”
“It has to! In my past life, the winner was a homeless man who got drunk and lost his ticket. That scumbag father picked it up and claimed the prize. This time, we’ll take it first!”
Just as I got excited, Scott suddenly snatched the lottery ticket from my hand.
