“Go clean the bathroom” — my son ordered me, for the third time during family dinner. I looked at him, stayed silent, then went back to my room….(1/4)

My husband cheated, forced a divorce, and my son didn’t hesitate to choose him.

“You’re just a broke housewife,” Robert sneered. “No way I’m living with you.

Do you have any idea how expensive my sneakers are? Don’t ruin my life.” I clutched the lottery ticket in my hand.

He had no idea.

I had just won $300 million. It’s fine. Let him go live his supposedly good life with his father.

I’ll take my precious daughter Olivia and enjoy life to the fullest.

There are two things I regret most in life. One, marrying my husband, Daniel.

Two, giving birth to my son, Robert. Not long ago, Daniel cheated on his wife and then demanded a divorce.

I wasn’t going to fight the divorce, but it broke my heart for my kids.

I had just hired a lawyer and was preparing to fight for custody of both children. That’s when Robert stepped forward on his own. “Mom, you’re just a broke housewife.

No way I’m living with you.

Do you know how expensive my sneakers are? Don’t ruin my life.”

Olivia was furious.

“Robert, how can you say that to Mom? She’s done everything for you.”

Robert rolled his eyes.

“She used Dad’s money to do it.

Without Dad’s alimony, how is she going to take care of us? Olivia, if you want to live like a poor loser, go ahead, but I’m not going with you.”

I was shocked at how cold and calculating he was. I had poured my heart and soul into this boy.

Robert was born premature and had been sickly since birth.

I quit my high-paying job just to take care of him full-time for fifteen years. He didn’t like cafeteria food, so I woke up at five in the morning every day to make him a homemade breakfast.

I bought the freshest ingredients, prepared balanced lunches, and personally delivered them to his school every day. And now, all that effort, love, and sacrifice had been reduced to a single disdainful sentence: You’re just a housewife.

I don’t want to be poor with you.

In that moment, I swear I felt the blood in my veins run cold. Robert took my silence as hesitation. He grew anxious.

“Mom, don’t be selfish.

If you really cared about me, you’d let me go.”

I let out a cold laugh. “Fine, go.”

What he didn’t know was that just a few days ago, my mother had bought me a lottery ticket and I had won the grand prize—$300 million.

Technically, I was still married. Any lottery winnings would be legally split with Daniel.

So I planned to claim the prize under my mother’s name, keeping it a secret.

Once I won custody of my children and finalized the divorce, I was going to take my kids and live the life we deserved. But now I looked at that ungrateful brat. He wasn’t worth it.

The moment my mother-in-law, Susan, realized I had made a decision, she smiled with glee.

“Good. Take Olivia and move as far away as possible.”

I turned to look at Robert, who was lounging on the sofa watching television.

His own grandmother was openly insulting his mother and sister, yet he didn’t even react. Not a word, not a glance.

In that moment, I completely gave up on him.

I let out a cold laugh. “I’m still married to Daniel, you know.”

Susan didn’t care. “I’ll call Daniel right now and tell him to take the day off to finalize the divorce.

You can move out today.

Melanie will move in tomorrow.”

Melanie, the woman Daniel had been cheating with. The moment Robert heard Melanie’s name, he jumped up from the sofa with excitement.

“Grandma, is Melanie finally moving in?”

Susan patted his head. “She’s about to be your new mom.

Are you happy?”

Robert nodded eagerly.

“Yes.”

Even Olivia, who had been desperately trying to keep the family together, was shocked by her little brother’s shamelessness. “You are unbelievable,” Olivia snapped. “Mom has taken care of you for more than ten years, and instead of being grateful, you call the woman who ruined her marriage ‘Mom’?

You are a joke.”

Robert didn’t even flinch.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not my fault.

Melanie is amazing. She has a PhD and teaches at the university.” Then he looked at me, his own mother, with a casual expression of disdain.

“But Mom, she’s just a housewife.

She spends her day cooking and cleaning. What does she know? Whenever my classmates ask what my mom does, I’m embarrassed to say she’s just a housewife.

Dad choosing Melanie over her makes perfect sense to me.”

I always knew Robert looked down on me because his grandmother had been lying to him for years.

She constantly reminded him that I was useless, that the whole family depended on Daniel’s income, and that only by staying with his father could he have a good life. I had always believed that one day he would grow up, that he would understand the sacrifices I made for him.

But I was wrong. This boy was selfish to the core.

For money and status, he was willing to abandon his own mother.

Today, when he looked at me, there was no love, no attachment, only disgust, as if I were garbage. I didn’t feel anything for him anymore. I lowered my gaze and looked at Olivia.

She was clutching my hand tightly, her grip warm and firm—the only warmth I had left.

At least my daughter still loved me. From now on, Olivia was my only child.

And Robert, he could go to hell. It wasn’t long before Daniel and Melanie rushed in.

Melanie was in her forties, but she had taken good care of herself and looked more like someone in her thirties.

She curved her lips into a sweet yet triumphant smile. “Mary, I’m so glad you’ve finally come to your senses. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Daniel and your son, Robert.”

She spoke as if she were already the lady of the house.

Daniel, on the other hand, shoved a divorce agreement at me.

“Sign it now. As long as you don’t make a scene and don’t tell anyone the details of my affair, I’ll give you and Olivia $3,000 a month in child support.” His voice became sharp.

“But if you don’t cooperate, you won’t get a single penny. Hurry up.

Melanie and I took the day off for this.

As soon as we’re done here, we have a date.”

I laughed. I laughed heartily. He had thought everything out carefully—how to secure his new life with Melanie, how to cut me off completely.

But he hadn’t spared a single thought for me and Olivia.

I had given up my youth, my career, and what did I get in return? A paltry $3,000 a month for my daughter.

I pulled out a different divorce agreement, the one my lawyer had prepared. “Why don’t you take a look at this?”

I watched Daniel’s face darken as he quickly read through it.

The house was split 50%, the compensation was $1 million, and he’d still pay Olivia $3,000 a month in child support.

Susan let out a dramatic gasp. “Mary, you’ve gone crazy. Daniel paid for everything in this house.

If anything, you owe us.

How dare you ask for so much?”

I smiled smugly. Melanie’s expression was subtly strained.

Of course she wasn’t thrilled. After all, she had gone after Daniel for his money.

Now that half of it was slipping away, she had every reason to be nervous.

I remained calm. “The down payment for this house—we paid it together. And the mortgage—we split that, too.

Why shouldn’t I be entitled to half?” I glanced at Melanie and then back at Daniel.

“As for the compensation, before I became a housewife, my monthly salary was $20,000. I sacrificed years of income for this marriage.

One million dollars barely makes up for what I lost. And Olivia takes riding lessons.

$3,000 a month barely covers her expenses.”

I let the words sink in before delivering the final blow.

“If I recall correctly, Daniel, you’re currently in the running for vice president at the company.” I turned to Melanie, whose face was already tight with unease. “And you, Melanie, are a candidate for a major promotion at your university. This is a critical time for both of you.

You really don’t want a scandal to ruin everything, do you?”

Melanie’s face flushed red.

She grabbed Daniel’s sleeve like a delicate victim. “Daniel, I’m scared.”

Daniel gritted his teeth.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Then he turned and glared at me. “Are you threatening us?”

I gave him a scoffing laugh.

“Threatening?

Oh no, Daniel. I’m just giving you a friendly reminder.” I looked at my watch. “You have one hour to think it over.”

Daniel’s jaw tightened.

“And if I refuse?”

Just then the doorbell rang.

I smiled. “Perfect timing.” I opened the door and took the package from the delivery driver.

“Oh, good. Just what I was waiting for.”

I ripped open the box and pulled out two banners.

The first read, “University Professor Melanie is in love with my husband.

As his wife, I’m happy to step aside.” The second, “Daniel, Sunset Corporation’s VP candidate, a heartless man who abandoned his wife.”

I watched as Daniel’s and Melanie’s faces turned an ugly shade of gray. In the end, Daniel had no choice but to agree to my divorce terms. For the sake of his career and Melanie’s promotion, he signed reluctantly.

His face was as dark as coal.

Melanie’s was no better. She had married Daniel for his money, and now half of it was gone before she had a chance to enjoy it.

As for Susan, she probably wanted to tear me apart. But for the sake of her precious son’s future, she had no choice but to bear it.

After finalizing the divorce, Olivia and I walked out of the courthouse, separating from Daniel’s family forever.

Before we could leave, Susan sneered. “Mary, don’t celebrate so soon. With my son’s ability, he’ll earn back every penny he gave you in just two years.

You’ll regret divorcing him so easily.”

I arched an eyebrow, finding her words laughable.

Ignorance is truly a blessing. If Daniel and his family knew I’d won $300 million, they would probably cry themselves to death.

Daniel’s smug smile returned as he turned to his mother. “Mom, didn’t you say our house was too small?

Now that Mary and I are splitting the profit from the sale, I’ll add a little more and buy you a villa.”

Susan beamed.

“That’s my good boy.”

Robert, my traitorous son, jumped up in excitement. “Melanie has incredible taste in art. She should decorate the new house.

It will look amazing.”

Melanie smiled sweetly.

“Of course. And how about I design a game room for you, too?” Then she looked at me, her voice dripping with condescension.

“Oh, and by the way, Robert, shouldn’t you stop calling me Melanie? From now on, you should call me Mom.”

Robert didn’t even hesitate.

“Mom,” he said cheerfully.

I felt nothing. No anger, no pain. Robert had already ceased to exist in my world.

But Olivia, my sweet, sensitive daughter, squeezed my hand gently, worried that I might be hurt.

She whispered, “Mom, let’s go.”

I smiled at them. “It’s fine.”

I hailed a taxi, but before we could get in, Olivia gently tugged at my sleeve.

“Mom, maybe we should take the bus. It’s cheaper and still practical.”

My heart clenched.

She had heard Susan’s words and was already worried about saving money for me.

This child was so considerate, it broke my heart. I winked and gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, sweetie.

I have money.”

Susan let out a mocking laugh.

“Money? Mary?

You don’t even have a house, a car, or a job. You have no skills, no career.

You’ll be lucky to get work cleaning.

You’re just spending the little money you have left. Enjoy it while you can. Soon, you and Olivia will be living on the streets, homeless.”

Olivia’s fists clenched.

She glared at Susan angrily.