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 Came Home with My Newborn Twins to Find the Locks Changed, My Stuff Thrown Out, and a Note Waiting for Me
After giving birth to my first children, I thought my husband would start choosing us more over his mother, but that wasn’t the case. This time, he’d chosen her side over me for the last time, so I exposed her for the bully and liar she was.
You’d think bringing home your newborn twins would be one of the happiest moments of your life. For me, it started like that, but it soon turned into an absolute nightmare!
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After three days in the hospital, recovering from a grueling delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to head home with my beautiful twin daughters, Ella and Sophie. I’d imagined this moment for months: Derek, my husband, picking us up at the hospital with flowers, tears of joy in his eyes as he took one of the girls into his arms.
But instead, at the last minute, I got a hurried phone call that changed everything…
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“Hey, baby,” my husband said, his voice clipped. “I am so sorry, but I can’t come pick you guys up as planned.”
“What?” I asked, adjusting the swaddle around Sophie. “Derek, I just had twins. What’s so important that you can’t—”
“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s in bad shape. Hectic chest pains. I need to pick her up and take her to that hospital close to her.”
His words hit me like a bucket of cold water. “What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Derek, I need you here.”
“I know,” he said, exasperated. “But this happened suddenly, and it’s serious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”
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I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to scream because of how disappointed and frustrated I felt, but I replied, “Fine. I’ll just get a taxi.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled before hanging up.
My husband’s mother lived in a different city, so the chances of him getting back that same day to get me and the babies were unrealistic. Knowing how obsessed Derek was with his mother, he wasn’t going to leave her by herself, hence the taxi.
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As the line went dead, my heart sank. I wanted to believe Derek wasn’t being callous, just overwhelmed and a mama’s boy. Still, the disappointment stung. The same mother-in-law (MIL) who insisted we make a separate set of keys to our house so she could help me with the babies was now suddenly unwell.
I tried shaking it off as I bundled the girls into their car seats that their father had dropped off the previous day and got us into a cab.
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When we pulled into the driveway, I froze. My suitcases, diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were scattered across the front lawn and by the doorstep! A knot formed in my stomach. I paid the driver and stepped out with the twins, glancing around nervously. Something was obviously very wrong…
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I approached the front door, fumbling with my keys while absentmindedly calling out my husband’s name, even though I knew he couldn’t be home yet. The key wouldn’t turn. Confused, I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it, a folded piece of paper taped to a suitcase.
Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. Derek.
My breath caught, and my heart stopped. My hands trembled as I read the note again and again, trying to make sense of it while hoping it was a hallucination. This couldn’t be happening. Not Derek…
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Not the man who held my hand through every doctor’s appointment, who cried when we heard our daughters’ heartbeats for the first time. Then the worst part of that day began…
Wanting answers, I called him immediately. Straight to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Panic set in as Sophie’s cries joined Ella’s. I rocked their car seats, forcing myself to think.
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“Mom,” I whispered. My hands shook as I dialed her number.
“Jenna?” Mom answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong? Are the twins okay?”
I choked out the words, barely able to hold it together. I hadn’t wanted to involve my mother due to her ailing condition, but I believed this was one of those dire moments.
“Derek… He changed the locks. He threw my stuff outside. Mom, he left this awful note.”
“WHAT?!” Her voice shot up. “Stay there. I’m coming.”
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Minutes felt like hours before she arrived. Mom took one look at the mess and narrowed her eyes, fuming.
“This doesn’t make sense! Derek wouldn’t do this; he loves you and the girls!”
“That’s what I thought,” I said, rocking Ella to calm her cries. “But he’s not answering. And what does ‘I know everything’ even mean?” I asked showing her the offensive note.
“I am so sorry, my darling,” she said while hugging me close. “Let’s go to my place until we can get a hold of your husband, okay?”
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She helped me load the bags into her car and whisked us back to her place. After my mother and I dissected what had happened and repeatedly called Derek with no answer, my anxiety spiked. That night, I barely slept.
The next morning, I decided I needed answers. Leaving the twins with Mom, I drove back in her car to the house. The yard was empty, my belongings gone. I knocked on the door. No response. I walked around to the back, peering through the windows, and froze.
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Derek’s mother, Lorraine, sat at the dining table, sipping tea! I banged on the door, and she looked up, startled, almost spilling her tea before she saw me and smirked.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, banging on the door.
Lorraine rose leisurely and opened it just a crack. “Jenna. You’re not welcome here, didn’t you see the note?”
“Where’s Derek?” I snapped. “Why did he—”
“He’s at the hospital in my city,” she said smoothly. “Taking care of his sick mother.”
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I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. “Sick? You’re standing right here!”
She shrugged, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”
“You lied to him, didn’t you? You faked being sick!”
Her smile widened. “And?”
My hands balled into fists. “Why? Why would you do this?”
She crossed her arms, her smugness growing.
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“I told Derek from the start that our family needs a boy to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless,” she confessed unapologetically, finally speaking her truth after all these years I’ve been with her son.
Her words knocked the air out of me. I was too stunned to speak, and she took my silence as permission to keep going.
“I knew you’d ruin my son’s life, so I took matters into my own hands. The note was a bit much, but I needed you to believe he wanted you gone. I even ensured he couldn’t call you by taking his phone right out of his pocket when he wasn’t looking. You were supposed to take your things and get out of our lives, but here you are…”
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I couldn’t breathe. This woman had orchestrated everything, lied to her son, and got him to take her to the hospital under false pretenses before sneaking away, locked me out of my home, and stole his phone all because she disapproved of my daughters!
“You threw us out over that?”
“Of course,” she said, unbothered. “I even bribed a nurse at the hospital to keep him there. And it worked, didn’t it?”
I felt sick. “You’re deranged!”
“Call me what you want,” she sneered. “I call it protecting my family. Besides, my Derek always takes my side and will see things my way as usual.”
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Her words echoed in my mind as I drove to the hospital where my husband was still waiting. With every mile, my anger grew. How could she justify such cruelty? My hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles white with fury.
I knew my MIL was mean, but I didn’t think she was evil! She never approved of my relationship or marriage to her son, always believing Derek deserved someone wealthier and fancier, unlike me.
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When I reached the hospital, I found my husband pacing in the waiting room, his eyes shadowed with worry.
“Jenna!” he said, rushing toward me. “Where have you been? I don’t have my phone or know your number by heart, so I couldn’t call you!”
“Your mother took your phone,” I cut him off. “She faked her illness and locked me out of the house!”
He froze, confusion and anger flashing across his face. “What? That doesn’t make any sense.”
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“She set me up, wrote a fake note from you sending me away, and bribed a nurse to lie to you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Lorraine’s at our house, sipping tea like she’s the queen of the world!”
“Wait. What? Why would she…”
“Because our daughters aren’t boys,” I said bitterly.
The shock turned to rage on his face. Without saying a word, he grabbed his keys and stormed out, with me following close behind. When we got home, Lorraine was exactly where I’d left her, looking utterly unbothered.
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But her smugness vanished when she saw the determined look on Derek’s face.
“Mom,” he said, his voice cold and sharp. “What did you do? I thought you were in the hospital?”
She opened her mouth, likely to lie, but Derek cut her off. “Save it. I know everything.”
“Derek, I was just trying to—”
“You’ve done enough,” he snapped. “You made me abandon my wife and children for a fake emergency! Then you locked my wife, who just gave birth, and our newborn babies out of our home! On top of that, you cut our ability to communicate during such a crucial time by stealing my phone!”
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“Derek, darling… I just wanted to keep you safe. This isn’t how this was supposed to go,” my MIL replied pleadingly.
“Keep me safe from my wife and children? Who told you I wanted boys? What makes you think my girls aren’t good enough for me just because of their gender? That’s a problem you have, not me, and if you want sons, I suggest you go make them yourself!”
I stood with my mouth agape, having never seen Derek this angry! I won’t lie, a part of me was proud that he was proving himself worthy of me by defending my and the children’s honor. At that moment, I loved him more than ever before!
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“Pack your things and leave,” he demanded.
She gaped at him, tears forming. “You can’t mean that. I’m your mother!”
“And Jenna is my WIFE! Those are my daughters! If you can’t respect them, you’re not part of our lives!”
For once, Lorraine was speechless. She stormed upstairs to pack, slamming doors as she went. Derek turned to me, his eyes full of remorse.
“I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t know.”
I let out a shaky breath, the tension easing just a little. “I just want us to move forward.”
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Lorraine left that night. My husband apologized repeatedly, vowing to make things right. And he did. He changed the locks, blocked his mother’s number, and even reported the nurse who had taken the bribe!
It wasn’t easy, but for months we worked on rebuilding our life. One evening, as I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, I realized Lorraine had tried to destroy us but only managed to bring us closer together.
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Sadly, Jenna isn’t the only daughter-in-law who has had to face a difficult MIL. In the following story, Michelle’s MIL surprises her and her husband with a DNA test for their son thinking it would finally break them up. But things didn’t play out in her favor, the way she imagined.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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