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

Chapter 9

Sunday arrived way too fast. Chase started his livestream early, and soon enough, his friends and classmates flooded the chat, ready for the show.

His mom was decked out in a dark red Versace dress, her makeup piled on thick, but no amount of makeup could cover the bitterness in her eyes. She was practically bursting with pride as she went on and on about her son, the soon-to-be millionaire.

Chase looked sharp in a brand-new suit, while Savannah was all smiles in a silky white wedding gown, veil and all. His buddies were there too, trying to act all important like bodyguards, crowding into a rented Porsche.

Chase flashed a grin at the camera. "What’s up, everyone! Your boy’s about to claim his prize. This is my girl Savannah, and once I get my money, we’re having an engagement party!"

Savannah leaned into him, looking like she was on top of the world.

I jumped into the chat under my burner account, "DoggyBoy," and typed, "Living the dream, man! We’re all so impressed!"

Chase read the comment and grinned, "You’re right, DoggyBoy, not everyone’s as lucky as I am!"

His mom butted in proudly, “Savannah’s a million times better than his last girlfriend. She’s our good luck charm!”

I quickly added, "You should definitely get her a ring or a necklace for the proposal! You’re rolling in it now!"

Of course, I wasn’t suggesting that out of the goodness of my heart. I just wanted to see Chase go from thinking he was a multi-millionaire to realizing he was about to drown in debt.

Chase was all in, calling up the fanciest jeweler in town to order necklaces, bracelets, and rings with Savannah’s initials, SML, engraved on them.

I dropped another message, "Chase’s love for Savannah is enough to move mountains!"

I even sent a few virtual gifts to hype up the stream. Gotta keep the drama alive.

Chase, beaming, called out, "Hey, DoggyBoy, you should come to the party after!"

The view count shot up to 50,000, all eager to see him claim his so-called fortune.

Finally, they arrived at the Lottery Office in Upper Manhattan. Chase strutted up, pulled out the ticket, and handed it over to the clerk like he was handing in a winning lottery ticket.

The clerk looked at it, then back up at him with a frown. "Sorry, but this ticket isn’t a winner."

Chase flipped. "What do you mean? I won $4 million!"

The clerk double-checked. “This ticket matches the numbers from the last draw. If you bought it for that one, you'd have won. But for this draw? It’s worth... $300.”

The chat blew up:

“LOL, this is the biggest fail of the year!”

“Did he really think he won $4 million?!”

“Dude, this is next-level embarrassing!”

Chase’s mom, realizing something was wrong, stormed up and slapped the clerk across the face. "You’re lying! My son won $4 million! Are you trying to steal his money?"

The clerk, visibly done with it, shot back, “Ma’am, check the numbers. Your son bought a losing ticket.”

Chase, still clinging to his delusion, yelled, "You have to give me the money! I’m a winner! I bought the winning ticket! My ex-girlfriend was even there!”

The chat was losing it:

“Yo, he’s name-dropping his ex! Smooth move!”

“This guy is something else!”