My husband won the thirty million lottery and wanted a divorce. That night, I packed my bags and

My husband won the thirty million lottery and wanted a divorce. That night, I packed my bags and returned to my hometown. Two weeks later, the heatwave struck, and chaos ensued everywhere. I relaxed in my well-stocked rural villa, enjoying an ice cream bar. Meanwhile, my husband, with our son and his childhood sweetheart, was reduced to begging in the neighborhood, savoring the last drop of water they could find, reassuring himself, "I have money; money can buy anything." I remembered how in my previous life, they locked me in the basement, where I died from dehydration. Money? First, try buying your own life! After dying from dehydration during the heatwave, I returned to the day my husband asked for a divorce. "Chloe is pregnant! I'm warning you, stop clinging!" Ethan shouted at me, his spit flying. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe, hid behind him, offering candies to my son. As I felt the cool air from the air conditioning, the suffocating sensation of being burned alive during the heatwave dissipated. I took deep breaths of fresh air. Looking at Ethan's menacing face, I suppressed my growing hatred and agreed to the divorce without hesitation. He was taken aback, not expecting me to relent so easily, and looked at me suspiciously: "Really? You're not planning anything, are you?"#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama