Just then a small sedan pulled into the lot.
Daniel stepped out quickly and walked toward us.
“You okay?” he asked, looking only at me.
Mark frowned. “Who is this?”
“Daniel,” he said calmly. “Her cousin.”
Mark scoffed. “So she ran to you for money?”
Daniel didn’t react.
“She asked family for help,” he said evenly. “I came.”
My heart pounded as I reached into my wallet.
“I didn’t text you for money,” I said to Mark.
I unfolded the lottery ticket just enough to reveal the numbers.
“I texted you for honesty.”
Both men froze.
Mark’s voice cracked first.
“Olivia… is that real?”
I nodded slowly.
“And now,” I said quietly, “I know exactly who showed up.”
Mark immediately softened his voice.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? We’re married. This could fix everything.”
Daniel said nothing.
He simply stood beside me.
“You didn’t even ask if I was okay,” I told Mark.
“I came looking for you,” he argued.
“No,” I said. “You came to control the situation.”
His expression hardened.
“That money belongs to both of us.”
I shook my head.
“My kindness was never ‘ours’ when I was struggling,” I said.
Then I looked at Daniel.
“Can you drive me home?”
He nodded without hesitation.