I Stopped Outside The Bedroom When I Heard My Cheating Wife Scream: “Have Me, Brad, Have Me!”

So, do we have a deal? I asked. Can I think about it for the night? Of course, but don’t wait too long. This is a limited time offer, as they say. Think about it tonight. I will spend the night at my parents. If you agree, all you have to do is sign the documents in the indicated places and I’ll take them to court.

I hope we can get to the judge quickly and end this. With these words, I left. My parents, of course, pressed me for updates. I just told them that my lawyer had finally brought me to my senses and that I should just get a divorce, cover the costs, and be done with it. They wondered about my change of heart and I told them that I had finally realized that neither option was good, so it was best to end it and move on.

I think they suspected I was hiding something, which was true, but they didn’t dig around and I wasn’t going to suggest it either. I knew Emily would call Brad the moment I left. I would have preferred otherwise. There was always a chance that they could come up with something that could ruin my plan.

There was nothing I could do about it. I just had to hope that Brad would remain as dumb as I thought he was and that Emily couldn’t see past her greed. That’s exactly what happened. Emily called me the next morning and said that she agreed and had signed all the documents. I called Jack and asked him to take care of my business for the day as I needed time off.

Of course, he knew everything that was happening, so he agreed without any problems. In addition, it was also important for him to protect our business. I returned home and picked up the package. The lottery ticket was still safely in my wallet. It was impossible to lose it. It was my only real trump card. I checked and she had actually signed everything where required.

I took the package to my lawyer. Rachel asked, “Well, how do you think things are going so far?” So far, so good. I think there were a couple of moments where I was afraid she might disagree, but in the end, she’s too greedy for her own good. Great. Let me take this to court. I’ll try to reach an agreement on Friday afternoon.

Rachel really kept her word and arranged for us to have a court hearing on Friday afternoon. There we stood, Emily and I, in front of the judge. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was the end of eight years of marriage, almost nine years together, and damn it, I had loved her once and she was still so beautiful. Why did she have to be such a cunning, greedy person? A single tear escaped my eye.

The judge carefully examined the documents. So, if I understand correctly, you both wish to get a divorce due to irreconcilable differences and have this court approve the divorce immediately? Yes, your honor. We both replied. Hmm. Do either of you have any reasons why this shouldn’t happen? No, your honor. Okay. Now I see that you, Mr.

Lane, claim that you have a winning Lotto America ticket and that in exchange for giving it to Mrs. Lane, she waives any other form of payment or claim. I thought about it. Yes. I have a winning lottery ticket for her, your honor. Do you, Mrs. Lane, agree with this deal? Yes, your honor, I agree. And you swear that you agreed to this deal voluntarily, not under pressure, and are not doing it under duress? I swear it, your honor.

I started to sweat a little. It wouldn’t be good if the judge became suspicious and started asking questions I didn’t want to answer. The judge continued, “Okay. This is a little unusual, but this court will honor the wishes of two adults who entered into this agreement of their own free will. The divorce is granted. Mr.

Lane must immediately provide Mrs. Parker with this ticket. All provisions of the decree of divorce will take effect immediately.” I handed her the ticket and she immediately signed on the back. With that, everything was over except for the screams. Her personal belongings were already loaded into a rented U-Haul van and her Cadillac.

She had completely left my life. I was in the middle of working on a bathroom renovation the next Monday morning when my phone rang. I saw Emily’s number and answered, suspecting what she was going to say. “What the hell are you up to?” she squealed. I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. “You You know perfectly well what you did.

This ticket is worth nothing.” It’s worth nothing? But the numbers matched, I said. I even showed it to you. I don’t understand. “The numbers matched, but the date didn’t. Your ticket was for Monday, September 12th, but the winning lottery was held on Wednesday, September 14th. That ticket only won $2.

What the hell am I going to do with that?” I couldn’t stop laughing. How stupid of me not to notice the date. I heard her continue to scream, “This is a scam. I will ruin you with lawsuits.” Ah, don’t forget, when you signed this agreement, you gave up any rights to sue ever for any reason. Oh, and you agreed to no contact, so if you have any complaints, I suggest your lawyer contact my lawyer.

Otherwise, delete this number. I hung up and blocked her number. She tried again, presumably from Brad’s number, and I immediately blocked him, too. I sat back on my workbench and couldn’t help but laugh. I actually had a winning lottery ticket. The fact that the winnings were only $2 was neither here nor there as far as I was concerned.

Also, my promise to pay taxes on the winnings. First, who taxes $2? Second, even if they did, I would simply claim the $10 I spent on the ticket as a gambling loss and voila, tax-free. The fact that one set of numbers on the ticket coincidentally matched the winning numbers drawn two nights later was simply an accident. Or perhaps there really is a higher power watching over me.

I always say, take victories whenever possible. Honestly, I thought I had a jackpot ticket and wouldn’t have minded giving it to her just to get rid of her, clean and simple. It was my lawyer, Rachel, who noticed that the dates did not match. It turned out that several years ago, Rachel had been faced with a betrayal by her husband, who emptied her accounts and disappeared.

Once we put her plan into motion, we were confident enough that Emily wouldn’t be able to see past her greed. Our only real concern was that the real winner might show up before her plan was completed and inadvertently ruin it. As it turned out, no one ever claimed the jackpot. The media speculated that the winner accidentally threw away his ticket.

This jackpot was eventually returned when I took another ticket for the same lottery. Nothing, not even a dollar. What did you think? This was the kind of story where I’d win. As for the judge, I generally had nothing to worry about. He immediately understood what was going on. But since he was also burned by his wife’s betrayal, he was completely on my side.

Rachel specifically asked for him and the time on Friday afternoon was chosen so that Emily would not have time to get to the lottery offices before they closed for the weekend. I could only imagine the reaction of the lottery commission when Emily came to collect her measly $2. Typically, such winnings are claimed directly from retailers. Only large winnings are collected at lottery headquarters.

The thought of how it went made me hysterical. And that’s how, with some luck, I was able to leave my cheating wife, pure and simple. All it cost me was a $10 lottery ticket and some attorney fees. Hooray for me. For those wondering, no, I have not started dating Rachel. First of all, she is 20 years older than me.

Secondly, why should I date a lawyer? They have their advantages, but overall, they do not inspire confidence. Although I have to admit, Rachel is better than most. Third, I ended up reconnecting with a local girl I dated occasionally in high school. Her name was Sophia Morgan and she was a real treasure. We went on a few dates now and then, but due to my responsibilities on my parents’ farm, we never got serious about dating.

We lost touch when I left for the Navy. A few months after my divorce, I was at a bar having a few drinks with Jack after a busy day of renovation work and plumbing repairs. Hey, look over there. Jack said. Sophia has her eyes on you. Sophia? Or is it someone else? I asked. Ah, you know who I’m talking about. Do you remember her? I looked and saw a beautiful woman.

To be honest, not as beautiful as Emily was. Perhaps no one ever will be, but a sweet lady like no other. Plus, I think I’ve learned a lesson about real beauty. I don’t remember. I said. You fool. This is Sophia Morgan. You met her a few times. Remember? Strangely, she didn’t seem like the fairly ordinary Sophia I remembered from school.

I took a closer look and understood. Take the Sophia I remembered, rounded out a bit, add a nice set of curves and some crinkles around the eyes. Yes, that’s her. It was in the eyes. She had the most striking gray-green eyes. Not the eyes of a movie actress in general, but the kind of eyes that had a certain openness and warmth, as if I could see into the very depths of her soul.

And now she looked at me with those eyes. I picked up my beer mug and walked over to her table. Do you mind if I sit down? Red Lane, how I live and breathe. I thought I’d never see you again. I chuckled. You haven’t answered my question yet. Yes, still the same mocking one. Sit down. Sit down. I sat down and we began to reconnect.

Strangely, there was no awkwardness between us. It was almost as if the years that had passed since we last saw each other had simply melted away. I told her about my adventures in the Navy, touching on meeting, marrying, and divorcing Emily and how I became a business owner with Jack. For her part, Sophia said she went to college, got a business degree, and got a job at a major corporation.