On the day my boyfriend and I got our marriage license, the lottery ticket I bought won fifty million.
Double happiness had come knocking.
Who could have known that very night, he would brutally murder me?
As I lay dying, I heard him call another woman, practically giddy with excitement.
“Baby, we’re rich! Get over here and help me cut up the body.”
“Can you believe she actually asked me before she died if I’d ever loved her? Of course I loved her. Loved using her as an ATM and a fuck buddy, hahaha.”
I died. My body was dumped into a pit latrine and a garbage dump, left to be gnawed on by maggots, mosquitoes, and flies.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day I won the lottery and got my marriage license.
My boyfriend was opening the door. He looked back and smiled at me. “Honey, tonight is going to be very exciting. Are you ready?”
