Determined to act, I quietly made my way to Chris’s study. My hands trembled as I attempted to crack the safe’s code. I entered several incorrect passwords, each failure fueling my frustration. In a moment of desperation, I entered Jennifer’s birthday as the code. To my shock, it worked. Inside, I found the ticket that had won Chris the 100 million jackpot. I carefully swapped it with the ticket I had just purchased, ensuring that the numbers were identical but with different dates.
Their revelry continued into the early hours, relentless and unbridled. As dawn approached, I knew I had to confront Chris. The driver had taken our daughters to school, leaving me alone with Chris and Jennifer. I dialed Chris’s number, my voice steady with determination.
"Divorce," I declared, my tone brooking no argument.
"Divorce?" Chris’s voice was thick with disbelief and irritation. "Eloise, are you still half-asleep? This is absurd. How could you possibly manage as a housewife without me?"
His response was laced with condescension and mockery. Jennifer, standing nearby, watched with wide, innocent eyes, her gaze shifting nervously between Chris and me.
"I’m serious," I insisted, my resolve unshakable.