Joshua and Steve, lifelong friends, buy a lottery ticket together and make a pact to split any winnings. When they hit the jackpot, Steve vanishes, leaving Joshua in shock. As rumors of Steve’s lavish new lifestyle spread, Joshua realizes his friend’s betrayal, igniting a battle for justice.
Steve and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We’ve weathered countless storms together, both literal and metaphorical.
I remember the time my car broke down in the middle of nowhere.
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Steve didn’t hesitate; he lent me his car for a week without a second thought. And let’s not forget the endless weekends he spent helping me renovate my house.
In turn, I’ve been there for him through his rough patches. When his marriage fell apart in a messy divorce, I was his sounding board and his support system, both emotionally and financially.
One rainy Friday evening, we were sitting on my porch, sipping beers and talking about life, never realizing this was the start of a sequence of events that would destroy our friendship.
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“Hey Josh, ever think about what you’d do if you hit the jackpot?” Steve asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Man, if I had a dollar for every time I daydreamed about that, I’d already be rich. But seriously, I’d probably pay off the mortgage, maybe take the family on a world tour.”
Steve grinned. “Yeah, same here. But let’s make a pact, right here, right now. We buy a lottery ticket together, split the winnings 50/50, no matter what. Deal?”
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I raised my beer in a toast. “Deal. We each put in ten bucks, make it a twenty-dollar ticket. No backing out.”
It was a joke, really. A pipe dream. We never expected anything to come of it. But life has a funny way of surprising you.
A week later, we were sitting at the same spot, beers in hand, scratching off our ticket. I almost choked on my drink when the numbers lined up.
“Steve, do you see what I see?” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.
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Steve’s eyes widened, and then he started whooping with joy. “Holy cow, Josh! We did it! Ten million dollars!”
We hugged, jumping around like a couple of teenagers. I was already imagining all the ways I could make life better for my family. But first, we needed to celebrate.
“Let’s go tell Reyna, man. This is incredible!” I said, getting up to find my wife, Reyna, inside the house.
But Steve stopped me, a strange look on his face.
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“Actually, let’s keep this between us for a bit,” he muttered. “You know, figure out the best way to break the news. I don’t want my ex to come after me for more alimony.”
It seemed odd, but I trusted him. We had a bond that went deeper than blood. Or so I thought.
The next few days were a blur of euphoria. I tried calling Steve to plan our big reveal, but his phone was off. No biggie, I thought. Maybe he was taking a breather.
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But then days turned into weeks, and my calls went unanswered. I even drove by his place a few times, but it was dark and empty.
Worry gnawed at me. Had something happened to him? Was he in trouble? I started asking around, but no one had seen or heard from him. It was like he’d vanished into thin air.
One evening, while having dinner with Reyna, she mentioned something she’d heard through the grapevine.
“Did you know Steve quit his job? And apparently, he bought a house in Wyoming?”
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I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. Wyoming? He hadn’t mentioned anything to me about that. I decided to dig deeper.
Rumors were flying. Steve had been seen living it up, throwing money around like confetti. My anxiety turned into a gut-wrenching realization. He wasn’t missing. He was hiding! Hiding from me and our agreement.
I felt a sharp sting of betrayal. This was the man who’d stood by me through thick and thin, and now he was cutting me out of something we’d won together.
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I sat down with my phone, scrolling through old messages and photos. There it was—a selfie of us holding the winning ticket outside the corner store. Proof of our pact.
Determined to make things right, I collected every piece of evidence I could find. Texts, emails, anything that could support my case. It wasn’t just about the money; it was about principle, about trust.
I contacted a lawyer and filed a lawsuit against Steve.
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The courtroom was a sterile, intimidating room. The kind of place that saps the warmth out of your bones. I sat on one side, my lawyer, Sarah, by my side, while Steve sat opposite me with his lawyer.
He wouldn’t even meet my eyes.
Steve’s defense was brutal. His lawyer painted me as a greedy opportunist, someone trying to cash in on an old friendship.
“Mr. Lambert,” Steve’s lawyer began, “is it true that you have financial difficulties? Isn’t this lawsuit simply a means to solve your monetary problems at the expense of my client?”
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I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s not true. This is about an agreement we made. Steve and I promised to split the winnings. It’s about trust and keeping your word.”
Steve finally spoke, his voice cold. “Josh, you know things change. I never thought you’d actually go through with this. I mean, who sues their best friend?”
I felt a lump in my throat. “Who disappears with ten million dollars and leaves their best friend in the dark?” I countered. “You vanished, Steve. No calls, no explanations. Just gone.”
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The tension in the room was palpable. Sarah presented our evidence—texts, emails, and that selfie of us holding the winning ticket. The photo hit Steve hard; I saw a flicker of guilt cross his face.
“We had a deal,” I said, my voice breaking. “You promised, Steve.”
The court case dragged on for months. Each hearing felt like a fresh wound being reopened. Steve’s defense grew more desperate, and the strain was visible on both of us.
But I had to see this through. It wasn’t just for me—it was for my family and the principle of fairness.
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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the court ruled in my favor. Steve was ordered to pay me half of the jackpot plus interest.
The victory was bittersweet. As the judge delivered the verdict, I realized it marked the end of a friendship I once thought unbreakable.
The day after the ruling, I was sitting on my porch, nursing a cup of coffee, when I saw Steve walking up the driveway. He looked different—defeated, smaller somehow.
“Josh,” he began, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I was overwhelmed. I made a huge mistake.”
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“I know I have to cover court costs, too,” he continued, “and it’s more than I can handle. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll give you three million if you drop the case. It’s all I can afford without ruining my life completely.”
I looked at him, memories of our shared past flashing through my mind. The countless times he’d been there for me, the laughter, the struggles.
Part of me wanted to forgive him, to take the offer and end this nightmare. But the betrayal cut too deep.
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“I appreciate your apology, Steve,” I said quietly. “But I can’t accept your offer. This isn’t just about the money. It’s about what we stood for. The principle of our agreement matters too much.”
Steve’s shoulders sagged, and he nodded, tears in his eyes. “I understand. I really screwed up, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You did. But maybe this is a chance for both of us to start over.”
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He left, and as I watched him walk away, I felt a strange mix of sadness and relief. This was the end of an era, but also the beginning of a new chapter.
Steve was forced to liquidate his assets to comply with the court order. His extravagant lifestyle came to an abrupt end. I heard through mutual friends that he was struggling to rebuild his life, living more modestly now.
As for me, I received my rightful share of the winnings: five and a half million after interest.
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I paid off my debts, bought a comfortable home for my family, and invested wisely. The financial stability was a blessing, but the lessons learned were invaluable.
I reflected on the painful but valuable lessons about trust and friendship. The experience had hardened me, made me more cautious. I resolved to be more careful in the future, to ensure no one could take advantage of me again.
Life went on. I found new ways to rebuild, focusing on my family and the things that truly mattered. The wound from Steve’s betrayal would heal, but the scar would always remind me of the importance of trust and the price of betrayal.
I Suspected My Husband Was Cheating on Me, but I Was Shocked When I Found out Everything at a Family Dinner — Story of the Day
My seemingly perfect marriage took a dark turn when I found a stranger’s earring in our bed. Convinced my husband was cheating, I uncovered secrets far worse than I first imagined, leading to a shocking revelation that turned my world upside down.
Ryan and I had enjoyed four happy years of marriage. He always supported me and cared for me. We resolved everything together, never leaving anyone feeling abandoned.
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That is, until one day when everything changed. While cleaning our bedroom, I found something that definitely wasn’t mine — a single earring under the pillow. My ears aren’t pierced, so the only explanation was that my husband was cheating on me.
My heart raced as I stared at the tiny piece of jewelry in my hand. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I felt anger, hurt, and confusion. How could Ryan do this to me? I needed answers, and I needed them now.
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Ryan was in the living room playing video games. I could hear the sounds of explosions and his excited shouts as he played. I clutched the earring tightly in my hand and marched into the living room, my mind racing with questions and accusations. I walked up and stood in front of the TV, blocking his view.
“Kelly, sweetheart, you’re blocking my game. I can’t see anything,” Ryan said, his eyes still glued to the screen.
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I felt my anger rising. “Don’t you have something to tell me?” I asked, my voice shaking with frustration.
Ryan looked up at me, puzzled. “What do you mean? I’m afraid I need more specifics.”
“Alright,” I said, taking a deep breath. I held up the earring so he could see it clearly. “What is THIS doing in our bedroom?”
Ryan’s face went blank. He looked genuinely confused, as if he was searching for the right words. “I don’t know, I’ve never seen it before.”
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“Really? Are you that inattentive to your lover? Or was your attention focused on something else?” I snapped, my anger boiling over.
“Lover? You think I’m cheating on you?” Ryan stood up from the couch, looking at me with wide eyes.
“What else am I supposed to think when I find an earring in our bed?” I demanded, my voice rising.
Ryan reached out and took my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes. “Kelly, I love you, and I would never cheat on you.”
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“You’re saying someone planted this earring?” I asked, still not convinced.
Ryan shook his head. “I don’t know where it came from. Maybe it’s your sister’s. She stayed at our place when we went on vacation, remember?”
I paused, thinking back to our trip. My younger sister, Jessica, had indeed stayed at our place to take care of the cat. “Pray it’s Jessica’s,” I muttered, heading back to the bedroom to get my phone.
I dialed Jessica’s number, and she answered almost immediately. “Hey, I was just about to call you,” she said.
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“Why? Did something happen?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I’ve been missing an earring for days. Did you guys find it by any chance? I think I might have left it at your place,” Jessica said, sounding hopeful.
I let out a shaky breath. “Y-yes, that’s why I called you.”
“Great! I thought I’d never find it,” she said with a laugh.
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I forced a nervous laugh in return. “What?” Jessica asked, sensing something was off.
“Can you imagine, I almost thought Ryan was cheating on me,” I admitted, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment.
“That’s awful! I can imagine how worried you were,” Jessica said sympathetically.
“Yeah, I’m really glad it turned out to be your earring,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
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“I’ll swing by in a few days to pick it up,” Jessica said.
“Sure, sure, of course,” I replied, ending the call.
I went back to the living room where Ryan was waiting. “You were right; the earring is Jessica’s,” I said, feeling a rush of relief.
“See, I told you,” Ryan replied with a small smile.
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I sat next to him on the couch and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating.”
“It’s okay, I understand how it looked,” Ryan said, holding me close.
“So, you’re not mad at me?” I asked, looking up at him.
“No, I would’ve thought the same if I were in your shoes,” Ryan said softly and kissed my forehead.
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We sat there for a while, holding each other, and I promised myself to trust Ryan more and communicate better. After the earring incident, something in me shifted. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ryan was hiding something from me.
Although the earring turned out to be Jessica’s, certain things still didn’t sit right with me. Ryan started coming home late from work more often. He was frequently texting someone, and he had more “business meetings” than ever before.
Every time I questioned him, he had a perfectly reasonable explanation, but it never felt right.
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“Why don’t you trust me?” Ryan would ask, looking hurt.
“I don’t know,” I would reply, feeling torn. “It’s just a feeling.”
One day, my car broke down. I had to use Ryan’s car to run errands. On my way back home, my phone slipped under the seat when it rang. I parked at the nearest convenient spot to retrieve it, thinking it might be a work call.
As I reached under the seat, my fingers brushed against a small box. I pulled it out and found a pack of condoms. My heart sank. What a jerk! I thought. I knew they weren’t for us because I was on the pill. My intuition had been right all along; Ryan was indeed cheating on me.
Anger and betrayal surged through me. This time, I decided not to confront him directly. Instead, I wanted to make him face the consequences of his actions.
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I took a brooch from my jacket and punctured the pack of condoms. Let him learn his lesson, I thought grimly.
Instead of going home, I went straight to my lawyer’s office. I arranged for him to start preparing divorce papers. I felt a strange sense of calm as I explained everything to the lawyer. I knew this was the right thing to do.
When I returned home, I acted calmly and sweetly, which Ryan seemed to like. He didn’t suspect a thing. Inside, I was seething, but I knew I had to play my part perfectly.
I was determined to take everything he had. Three months passed while my lawyer and I prepared everything for the divorce, ensuring it would be in my favor. During those three months, I was the perfect wife.
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I cooked Ryan’s favorite meals, laughed at his jokes, and never questioned his late nights or secretive phone calls. Ryan seemed to enjoy my behavior, blissfully unaware of what was coming. He didn’t suspect a thing.
Finally, the day came for me to reveal Ryan’s infidelity in front of the entire family. It was my mother’s birthday, and both Ryan’s parents and my family were present. If only I had known what was coming.
Ryan and I arrived at my mother’s place and presented her with a gift. Jessica was there too, but I didn’t feel like talking to her. I still thought Ryan had cheated on me with her, and that the earring wasn’t just a coincidence.
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My mother had divorced our father when Jessica and I were still in school. She never had any serious relationships afterward. Therefore, Ryan and his father took charge of the barbecue dinner.
I noticed my mother lingering around them, and I started thinking she might be trying to seduce Ryan’s father. But the truth was far worse than I had imagined.
Just before we all sat down to eat, my mother, who had always drunk wine, raised a glass of orange juice to make a toast. I found it odd, but I didn’t say anything.
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“I’m so glad you’re all here because I have wonderful news!” my mother said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m pregnant!”
Everyone gasped and started congratulating her, except for Jessica and me, who remained seated with our mouths open. I glanced at Ryan standing off to the side, looking pale and nervous.
“But you’re 46!” Jessica exclaimed, her voice filled with shock.
“Love knows no age,” my mother replied with a smile.
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Doubts began to creep into my mind. Maybe my mother wasn’t trying to seduce Ryan’s father. “Who’s the father?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“That’s not important. I’m just happy to have this baby, and that’s all that matters,” my mother said, avoiding my gaze.
“It’s Ryan, isn’t it?” I asked, my heart pounding.
Jessica looked at me, bewildered. “You mean your husband, Ryan?”
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“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking. “Three months ago, I found condoms in Ryan’s car and punctured them. I thought he was sleeping with you, but now I’m almost sure he was with our mother.”
“What are you talking about?!” my mother exclaimed, her face turning red.
“Please, let’s skip the drama. Just tell me yes or no,” I said, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
“I would never do that to you!” my mother shouted, her voice breaking.
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I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I have divorce papers in my bag that will transfer almost everything Ryan owns to me. But if you tell me the truth, I might reconsider.”
“I’m telling you the truth!” my mother yelled, her hands shaking.
Ryan stepped forward, his face pale. “Yes, I cheated on you with your mother,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“What are you doing?” my mother hissed at him, her eyes wide with fear.
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“I can’t let her take everything I have!” Ryan shouted, his voice cracking.
“Well, perfect,” I said, pulling the divorce papers out of my bag and placing them on the table. “Sign these and give them to my lawyer,” I told Ryan, my voice cold and steady.
“So you’re not taking everything?” Ryan asked hopefully, his eyes pleading.
“I said I MIGHT reconsider, but I decided not to. This is exactly what you both deserve,” I said, standing up from the table.
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I walked out of the house to the sound of Ryan and my mother yelling and cursing at me. I felt a mix of anger and relief as I stepped outside. Jessica chased after me, her face filled with concern.
“You really thought it was me?” she asked, her voice soft.
“If it weren’t for your earring, I wouldn’t have started suspecting him in the first place,” I replied, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me.
We both left the house, never to return. I felt a strange sense of closure as we walked away, leaving behind the betrayal and lies. It was time to start a new chapter, one where I could finally find peace.
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