My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Ray said with a soft, bitter laugh, “I was the live–in son–in–law. Four years of marriage–every paycheck handed over, every cent accounted for. She gave me a hundred a month as allowance. I kept quiet, swallowed everything, all for my son. But now that I know the kid is not mine… I’ve had enough.”

Chuck nodded, a flicker of understanding in his eyes.

And yet… something didn’t quite add up. If Ray had been suppressing his anger for years, why had he agreed to walk away with nothing?

Why sign away everything that same morning–only to win the lottery that afternoon? The timing was uncanny. Almost as if Ray had known he’d win, as if he’d rushed through the divorce to keep the prize entirely to himself.

Chuck couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the thought.

If Ray had that kind of inside connection–if he could predict a winning number–how could a man like that have been duped by a woman for four years?

Ridiculous. He was overthinking it.

“Alright,” Chuck said finally. “Do you have the original lottery tickets with you? If not, that’s fine. For a prize that size, I can request official confirmation directly from the lottery center. You’ll just need to sign an authorization letter.”

“I brought them,” Ray replied.

Of course he did. He wasn’t the kind to walk into a lawyer’s office unprepared.

They began the paperwork.

To Chuck, the whole thing felt like easy money. With evidence this clear, even a second–rat

The only question was how much compensation Ray could extract from his ex–wife. And thousand an hour, Chuck had no complaints.

er couldn’t lose.

own fee at one

Ray, meanwhile, spoke calmly. “I have two requests. First, I want the case to last as long as possible, but no more than three months.

“Second, I want the compensation amount to be as high as you can push it. Also, I intend to donate all of it to charity. Make sure the judge knows, so they don’t think I’m trying to extort her.”

The longer the lawsuit dragged on, the more miserable the Gantt family would become. But three months was the limit–after that, the apocalypse would arrive, and the Gantts wouldn’t have to fork out the money anymore. He wanted to make sure they felt the sting of losing money.

Chuck found the demand strange. He’d never met a client who wanted to prolong litigation. But fine–no reason to argue. The longer the case ran, the more hours he could bill. Why object?

Ray handed over Lauren’s phone number, and from that point on, Chuck took over the negotiations. He also assigned a junior attorney to keep Ray updated on the case’s progress.

The junior attorney was a striking woman–tall, about five foot seven, with the kind of figure that turned heads. Her long legs, perfect curves, and the black–rimmed glasses gave her a cool, distant beauty.

“Mr. Morley,” she said, “my name is Lucy Fraser. From now on, if you want to check on the case, you can contact *me directly.”

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She escorted him to the entrance, and as they walked, more than a few people turned to stare,

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