We started with nothing. I was there through every struggle, every late bill, every tear. Then, out of nowhere, she wins $10 million—and just like that, I’m worthless to her. She hands me divorce papers, tosses my things to the curb, and erases me from her life. But in her rush to get rid of me, she overlooked one crucial detail—the prenup her own parents forced me to sign.
As Lisa slammed the door behind me, I stood there on the sidewalk, feeling the cold wind against my face. I stared at the street outside our once-shared home, now silent and empty. The shock was still sinking in. With a heavy heart, I picked up my scattered belongings, trying to piece together what little I had left. Everything felt surreal, like I was watching someone else's life unfold, not my own. But there I was, alone.
I sifted through the mess of boxes Lisa had packed in a hurry. The things we had collected over the years, now seemed like junk scattered all over the curb. Pictures from vacations, mementos from anniversaries, they all felt meaningless now in the face of her betrayal. Each item was a reminder of the happy times that felt so distant now. It was as if everything about our life together was being wiped away.