Ex Wins $4M, Dumps Me, Then I Pull Up in My Bugatti and Flip Him the Bird

Chapter 1

**Prelude**

My boyfriend won $4 million in the lottery and dumped me on the spot. "Our social classes are too different. You're too low for me," he said, before turning around and hooking up with that girl from work. I just laughed, he didn't even realize the ticket was from the last draw. I rolled down the window of my Bugatti, flashed them a smile, and said, "You two are way too low for me."

**Prelude ends**

"Let's break up, Harper Westbrook! I just won $4 million in the lottery."

Chase Collins stood there, all smug and self-satisfied, as if this was some kind of grand revelation.

"All because of that?" I shot him a look, unimpressed.

"Of course! You've probably never even seen that much money, right? My mom says there are different classes of people. Now that I'm on top, we're not on the same level anymore."

I couldn't help but laugh. $4 million, and he thinks he's suddenly rolling with the elites?

I didn't even have time to mention that my dad owns buildings raking in over $4 million in rent a year, not to mention his other businesses.

But honestly, I wasn't upset. Honestly, I was relieved. Better to cut ties now than later.

No tears over love, only sleepless nights thinking about money.

Chase glanced at me, clearly feeling like the king of the world. "By the way, even though you paid for the $50 lottery ticket, I'm the one who bought it. So don't expect a penny from me."

Classic Chase. Always had dreams of getting rich quick, but when it came time to pay up, he always had some excuse, his phone was dead, his card wouldn't work.

Sure, buddy. Like the bank really cares about a few bucks.

"My mom doesn't like you either," he added, with that condescending tone. "She thinks you're tacky. Remember last time you met her? You gave her cheap, no-name gifts. You embarrassed us."

I shot back, "God might've spilled wisdom all over the world, but your family held up an umbrella."

I still remembered the first time I met his mom. I'd given her a luxurious wool scarf by an Italian designer worth five figures, plus a bottle of French court perfume. And now apparently it was "cheap, no-name stuff."

Like a catfish thinking it's caviar.

Chase went on, "I won't argue with you because I'm an elite now. But since we're breaking up, let's settle things. Why don't you sell back the gifts I gave you?"

Same old Chase. Winning the lottery didn't change his cheap ways.

"No need! I still have everything you gave me. And I'll return it all," I said, unfazed.

"Your $9.99 skincare set? I was too scared to use it. Didn't want to mess up my skin!"

"That $19.99 shirt and tie set? I didn't wear it in case I broke out in hives!"

"And that $10 box of bread? I was worried it'd make me sick, and not even medical bills would cover it!"

The crowd that had gathered around us started laughing, and Chase's face turned as red as a lobster.

"Don't bring that up!" he barked. "What about all the money I gave you? Didn't I send you cash for the holidays?"

"Sure did." I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the records.

Valentine's Day: $9.99

Fourth of July: $12.0

Christmas: $7.77

"You're so thoughtful. So generous!" I grinned.

Even my elementary school cousin gave me more than that.

I used to think he was sweet, but looking back now? I must've been out of my mind. Like Lake Michigan full of dumb.

Chase puffed out his chest. "That was the past! Things are different now. I've got $4 million! I can buy whatever I want. And you? You don't deserve to be with me anymore!"

I nodded, all calm and collected. "Alright then. In that case, why don't you return the gifts I gave you?"

Chase snickered. "The stuff you gave me? It's all knockoffs, right? How much could it be worth?"

Chase grew up poor, and his fragile ego couldn't handle anything that seemed too flashy. I'd always cut the tags off the gifts I gave him, and none of them had big logos.

"The belt you're wearing? Limited edition. $10,000.

Those shoes? $15,000.

That jacket? $30,000."

I listed them off one by one, feeling a small thrill as his face turned from smug to confused to pissed.

Chase's jaw dropped. "You think I'm an idiot? You couldn't afford the real deal. You must've bought some knockoffs to fool me."

Of course he couldn't tell the difference.

I pulled out my phone and showed him the receipts. "Here's the purchase history. Don't believe me? Go check the stores."

"And the scarf and perfume I gave your mom? Same price range. But I'll let that slide. Just give me $100,000 for everything else I've gifted you."

In reality, I'd spent over $200,000 on him. But if he handed over $200 grand, his mom would probably make my life a nightmare.

Chase clenched his teeth. "Who knows if what you gave me was real or fake? Let's call it $50,000. I'll give you $10,000 now, and the rest once I cash in the lottery."

Fine by me. It wasn't much compared to what I've got in the bank, but hey, more money is always good, right?