Chapter 1

Winning 50 million in the lottery should've been the start of a dream. My husband even promised me a villa.

But on the day of our housewarming, his first love showed up at the door, clutching a child to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Her husband had died, she said. She had nowhere to go.

Dave's heart shattered at the sight. Without a moment's hesitation, he ushered Bianca into our home. Our bedroom, to be exact.

And suddenly, there were three people in our marriage. His high school sweetheart, who had been with him for seven years, now lived in my house.

My rage exploded, and I let him have it. But instead of guilt, he accused me of being heartless.

"You know her husband just died, Elise! She's a widow with a child. Are you seriously so cruel as to toss them onto the streets? When did you become so venomous?"

And then his mother, Tania, always the picture of soft-spoken kindness, revealed a new face entirely.

"You know, rich men are never short of women, and my son is a man of wealth now. Even if Dave took another wife, he could afford it. He met Bianca first, so you can be his lover if you want!"

My gaze shifted to Dave, who stood there silently, nodding like a puppet. My heart turned to stone. Without another word, I called my lawyer.

Dave assumed I'd given in. He beamed with joy as he led Bianca and her son on a tour of the villa.

But he forgot one thing: I had scratched that winning ticket.

I would rather donate every penny of that 50 million than let him spend a cent of it playing house with his "poor widow."