My Greedy Ex-Wife’s Total Regret After I Swapped the $5 Million Ticket

My wife won a $5 million lottery. Right after cashing it, she demanded a divorce and wanted me to leave with absolutely nothing.

I agreed. But on our way to the courthouse, a truck flipped over and crushed our car. At the exact moment of impact, my wife pushed me right into the path of danger. A steel bar pierced straight through my chest. She died shortly after when our car exploded in flames.

Now, weve both been reborn. We're back to two months before the lottery draw. And my wife can't wait to divorce me to keep that $5 million all to herself.

What she doesn't know is... I was the one who bought that winning ticket.

I only swapped our tickets to surprise her and make her happy.

The moment I opened my eyes, a harsh slap landed on my face. Looking at the terror and anger in Chloe Coopers eyes, I knew she had been reborn too.

"Ethan Miller! Did you do that on purpose?! You couldn't stand the thought of me having $5 million, so you tried to kill me in that car!" Chloes face was pale with fear, still haunted by the pain of her past death.

I let out a bitter laugh. I was the one who got impaled by a steel bar trying to shield her, yet in this life, I was the monster who tried to murder her?

Terrified that I might change my mind, Chloe scrambled through the drawers, grabbed our IDs, and dragged me toward the door. "Come on, were getting divorced right now! You promised, and you can't back out!"

She was terrified that I would stay and demand half of her $5 million.

Listening to her frantic, desperate voice, a cold despair washed over me.

In our past life, we couldn't afford much. On our wedding anniversary, we each bought a lottery ticket, promising to give them to each other as anniversary gifts once the numbers were drawn.

On the day of the draw, I was shocked to find that my ticket had won the $5 million jackpot.

Back then, we didn't really care whose ticket was whose. To give Chloe a surprise, I quietly slipped the winning ticket under her pillow while she was out. I planned to bring up the draw casually so she could "discover" it herself and we could celebrate together.

But when Chloe found it, she hid the truth from me. After secretly cashing the ticket, she claimed our marriage was dead and demanded a divorce.

I was still hopelessly in love with her back then. I thought she was just being impulsive. I figured once she calmed down, she would come back to me. So, I agreed to sign the papers and walk away penniless.

Who would have thought that on our way to the courthouse, a massive truck would flip and crush us? At the final second, Chloe pushed me right into the path of a flying steel bar. I was impaled alive.

The worst part was, I didn't die instantly. I felt every agonizing second as my life slowly drained away.

Even though she eventually died in the car explosion, my hatred for her never faded.

Looking at her hurried back, I sneered and yanked my arm out of her grip. Meeting her startled gaze, I said coldly, "I'll sign the divorce papers. But leaving with nothing? No way."

After all, I had my own secret assets. I had plenty of investments before we married. I only kept them quiet because I didn't want to hurt her self-esteem. I wanted to slowly build a better life for us together, step by step.

Chloe thought I was backing out. Her face twisted, but when she realized I was just refusing to walk away empty-handed, she relaxed instantly. "Fine, whatever! It's not like you have any money anyway! You're just a broke loser. Did you think I'd actually care about your pennies?"

Looking at her smug face, I felt a wave of pity. I wondered what her face would look like when she found out she never had the winning ticket in the first place.

When we walked out of the courthouse, the sun was shining brightly. Chloe stared at the divorce papers in her hand as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She practically radiated smugness.

I looked at my own papers with mixed feelings. In my past life, I had truly loved this woman.

But that love had turned to ash the moment she threw me away for money. And it was completely obliterated when she pushed me to my death.

"Chloe, from now on, we are completely done," I said quietly, saying goodbye to my past.

"You better believe it!" she snapped, pointing a finger at my face. "Were parting ways now. Don't you dare crawl back to me when you find out about my fortune! A broke loser like you won't get a second glance from me ever again!"

She sounded so sure of herself, as if the $5 million was already sitting in her bank account.

I watched her hail an Uber and leave. Then, I turned around and walked toward the lottery convenience store.

In our past life, this was the exact day we bought those tickets.

Chloe never believed in luck. She had just picked a random string of numbers and completely forgot about them. She hadn't even noticed that the winning numbers were completely different from the ones she originally chose.

As for me, I wanted the ticket to be meaningful. I had specifically chosen our birthdays as the numbers.

I never expected that my romantic gesture would become the very tool that destroyed our marriage.

But it was for the best. Now, I didn't have to hide my financial status for Chloes sake anymore.

Luckily, Chloe thought I was just a broke guy. She didn't bother to do a financial discovery during our quick divorce.

After buying the ticket with the exact numbers from my memory, I went home and opened Snapchat. I was surprised to see that Chloe had already posted on her story. She was posing next to a luxury sports car with the caption: *Whats mine is mine, and nobody can take it away!*

At the same time, my phone started buzzing with notifications. Chloe had used our linked accounts to apply for loans across multiple online platforms. The total came out to a whopping $3 million.

Before the divorce, we had linked our credit profiles and phone notifications for convenience.

It was obvious. Chloe was so confident she would win that she was already maxing out loans to spend her future prize money.

But I had my doubts. Chloes family was a mess. She had a paralyzed, greedy mother who treated her like a cash cow. Did she really think she could flaunt this money online without her mother finding out?

Sure enough, within an hour of her post, my phone was flooded with angry texts and missed calls from her mother. They were all accusing Chloe of being an ungrateful brat who forgot her own blood the moment she got rich. Her mother demanded she transfer the money immediately.

Her mother cursed her out in the texts, calling her every name under the sun.

Even through the screen, I could picture Chloes frantic face.

A satisfied smile spread across my face. I unlinked our accounts from my phone and lay down on my soft bed.

To keep Chloe comfortable, I hadn't even bought a decent mattress back then. My back used to ache every single day.

I looked at the lottery ticket resting on my nightstand. A deep sense of peace washed over me.

Chloe, this is just the beginning of your panic.

Just wait until the loan payments are due and you don't have a single cent to pay them back. Thats when the real nightmare begins.

On the day of the lottery draw, our old college group chat suddenly came alive. Someone was organizing a reunion.

Chloe and I had been college sweethearts. We went from campus dating straight to marriage, witnessing each others youth.

That was why her cold betrayal had hurt me so deeply.

After thinking about it, I decided to go. I was curious to see how everyone was doing after graduation.

More importantly, knowing Chloes vanity, she would definitely show up to brag. I wanted to see the exact moment her world crumbled.

When Chloe arrived at the lounge, she drew gasps from everyone.

She had completely ditched her usual modest look. Now, she wore a flashy, hot-pink dress with a high slit, her hair curled into loud waves. She practically screamed "new money."

Seeing everyone's reaction, Chloe covered her mouth and giggled, though her eyes were filled with arrogance. "Oh, stop it, guys! Its only been a couple of years!"

"Wow, Chloe, you look so different!" one of the girls asked curiously.

Chloe took a sip of her champagne and said casually, "Well, they say a bad marriage is like acid to a woman's face. Now that Ive broken free from my chains, I've finally got my glow back!"

The room went quiet. Several eyes darted toward me. The atmosphere turned incredibly awkward.

Back in college, Chloe and I were the couple everyone envied. These classmates had all attended our wedding, calling us soulmates.

Now, Chloes words were a direct slap to my face, mocking me for being useless and unable to provide for her.

I let out a cold laugh. "Well, they also say it takes two to tango. Id rather be a simple man than a gold-digging, unfaithful snake."

"You!" Chloes hand tightened around her glass. Her eyes flared with rage. She stood up, ready to throw her drink in my face, but a few classmates quickly stepped in to pull her back.

I sat there, completely unfazed. Go ahead, throw it. Let's see if you can afford to pay for my custom-tailored shirt.

Just as someone tried to change the subject to break the tension, the VIP room door swung open. A collective gasp echoed through the room.

"Serena Vance! I can't believe she actually came!"

I looked toward the door. Serena Vance walked in, wearing a stunning red high-slit gown. Her legs were wrapped in sheer black tights, ending in killer black heels. With her perfectly styled dark waves and flawless pale skin, she looked like a dangerous, breathtaking rose blooming in the dark.

Most importantly, Serena was now the CEO of a major listed company. Her net worth was astronomicalfar beyond anyone else in this room.

That was why so many people had shown up tonight. Everyone wanted to get on her good side and bag some business opportunities.

Coincidentally, her outfit was almost a direct contrast to Chloes.

But Serenas elegance and posture easily outclassed Chloe. Standing next to Serena, Chloe looked like a cheap, tacky plastic flower.

Seeing her spotlight stolen, Chloes face fell. She tried to strike up another conversation to draw the attention back to herself.

But everyone was too busy trying to greet Serena. Nobody paid Chloe any attention.

To everyones absolute shock, Serena ignored the crowd. She picked up a glass of wine, walked straight toward me, and smiled softly. "Ethan. It's been a long time."

A quiet murmur rippled through the room. I smiled and clinked my glass against hers. As she sat down next to me, I looked at her beautiful face, and my mind drifted back to the quiet girl from college.

Back then, Serena was plain and introverted. She used to wear her bangs so long they covered her eyes, always keeping her head down. She was so quiet that some of the guys in our class used to pick on her.

I couldn't stand it, so I helped her out a few times. I never expected her to take it to heart.

She started bringing me breakfast, cleaning my desk, and even doing my homework. Chloe had thrown massive tantrums over it, so I had to politely ask Serena to stop.

After that, we drifted apart. Whenever I tried to talk to her, she would just lower her head and walk away quickly.

But on my wedding day with Chloe, though Serena didn't show up, she sent a whopping 0-088,000 wedding check. It had shocked every single guest at the venue.

Now, our classmates began whispering, speculating about my relationship with Serena. Chloes face twisted in jealousy. Seeing me become the center of attention, she sneered and spoke up, her voice dripping with venom.

"Serena, Ethan is just my trash. He's a broke loser with nothing to his name. Aren't you worried about catching his bad luck by sitting so close to him?"

The entire room fell dead silent.

Everyone had heard rumors about our divorce, but they had politely avoided the topic. Nobody expected Chloe to bring it up so crudely, launching a vicious personal attack on me.

On the surface, she was insulting me. But in reality, she was mocking Serena for hanging out with "trash."

Serena frowned slightly. She shifted her gaze from me to the mocking Chloe. For the first time, a look of genuine confusion appeared on her face. "...I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose to keep from laughing. Serenas face-blindness was acting up again.

But I couldn't blame her. Chloes style had changed so drastically. She used to be a simple girl, but now, under her expensive makeup, she looked like a tired, worn-out woman trying too hard.

Chloes expression shattered. "Serena! You don't recognize me? It's me, Chloe! Chloe Cooper!"

Serena blinked, finally putting the name together. Her polite demeanor instantly turned cold and distant. "Oh. Ethan's ex."

Seeing Chloes face turn the color of a bruised plum, I wanted to burst out laughing. Chloe had wanted to use Serena to show off, but now she was reduced to nothing more than "Ethans ex."

Serena raised her eyes, her commanding CEO aura instantly filling the room. "I don't care what happened between you two, and frankly, I'm not interested. But as Ethan's friend, I will protect him. I ask that you watch your mouth in front of me."

She paused, then added coldly, "You had something precious and didn't know how to cherish it. Now you're here throwing tantrums. If I were Ethan, I'd be glad to be rid of you too."

Though she kept her words polite, the underlying anger in her voice was unmistakable.

I looked at Serena, completely stunned. Was she... defending me? Was she saying Chloe didn't deserve me?

Did she actually care about me...?

Sensing my gaze, Serena turned to look at me. Realizing what she had just blurted out, a deep blush rushed up her cheeks. She suddenly looked like a shy schoolgirl, a complete contrast to the cold CEO who had just shut Chloe down.

I tentatively reached out and took her hand. Her hand trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she quietly nudged her chair closer to mine.

Having lost all face, Chloe wanted to scream. But she didn't dare cross Serena. She wanted to glare at me, but Serenas warning was still ringing in her ears. With nowhere to vent her fury, she slumped into a corner, her face dark with rage.

I didn't care about Chloe. I just looked at Serena. She had changed so much, yet the way she looked at mewith that same quiet, hidden warmthhad never changed.

Soon, classmates started coming over to toast Serena, hoping to secure partnerships with her company. Serena looked at me as if asking for permission. When I smiled and nodded, she gave me an apologetic look and turned to handle the guests.

Watching her, my heart melted.

Suddenly, a loud shriek shattered the warm atmosphere.

Chloe stood up, holding her phone high in the air, screaming frantically, "It's time! The lottery numbers are being drawn! I won $5 million! Its my time!"

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