Inwardly, I made up my mind. I would change everything about myself, and those who had wronged me would one day be groveling at my feet, begging for my favor.
Just as I was lying on the soft hotel bed, thinking about how to divide up the fifty million dollars, my phone buzzed with a message. It was a picture.
In the photo, Felipe was already asleep, with suggestive red marks on his neck. Jewel was leaning against his shoulder, staring dreamily at the camera.
Two messages followed below the picture.
[Clinging to someone who doesn't love you is so stupid.]
[Sonia, you finally left him. Now, he's mine.]
I didn't bother replying to Jewel.
I admitted that I wasn't as young or as beautiful as she was, but now I had a fortune. With money, what couldn't I do? If something couldn't be achieved, it just meant I wasn't offering enough.
I called my parents but didn't tell them about the lottery; instead, I said I'd made a lot of money through some business.
I told them I planned to buy them a house in our hometown. Even over the phone, I could sense their joy and relief.