Chapter 1

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, we’ve 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 Cooper’s 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!" Chloe’s 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, we’re 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.