I Won Fifty Million, and After They Kicked Me Out, They Begged for Forgiveness

The day I won fifty million in the lottery, I was at an amusement park with my grandson.

On the way home with the bank card, I was already thinking about getting my son a bigger house, buying him the car he was always talking about, and finally taking the overseas trip my husband had always wanted.

At dinner, I jokingly said I'd been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

I never expected my son's expression to change in an instant.

"Mom, what are you doing? Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under right now? I don't have money to pay for your treatment anyway, so if you're going to die, go die somewhere else!"

My husband silently kept eating. "Before you die, you need to find me a new partner. I think Xiao Su from the square dancing group would be great."

My smile froze on my face, and my heart grew colder and colder.

After all these years, I was nothing.

Fine, then. I don't want either my husband or my son. I'm taking my fifty million and enjoying life.