On a certain level, I wanted to thank Felicya even though she is the third person who intervened between me and Zayn. But if it were not for her, I would not have bought a lottery ticket.
I would not have been favored by fate. I won a jackpot of nearly fourteen million dollars when I was going through a divorce and I would still have eleven million dollars in my hand after paying taxes.
That day, I was seeing a doctor because I had not been pregnant for eight years after marriage, so I had to go to the hospital alone to see a doctor and get medicine.
When I was taking the subway home with a bag of medicine, I received a WhatsApp message from Felicya, a B-ultrasound image. [It's Zayn's child.]
The world collapsed in that moment and I could not help crying in the subway. The passengers around me did not know what had happened and they all cast strange looks at me.
After getting out of the subway, I threw the bag of medicine into the trash can in a daze. Suddenly, it started to rain heavily and I hid in front of a welfare lottery store to avoid the rain.
The store owner was a good man. Seeing that I was in a daze and soaked by the rain, he asked me to come into the store to keep warm.