When I returned to the lottery one hour before the draw, the first thing I did was not write down the numbers.
Instead, he took out his cell phone and sent the evidence of the previous family's death, intimate photos of his husband and his mistress, and their chat history of plotting to kill me to everyone in his address book.
"Why are you so anxious?" I shook the lottery ticket in my hand at my husband who rushed in. "The fun has just begun."
He doesn't know that I will use this money to buy all of their nightmares in this life.
