Revenge is sweetest with $2 billion in Bitcoin

Chapter one

“After the divorce, I guess this is all I will have left.”

Christopher Norton pushed open the door of his old house and stepped inside.

He hadn't lived here for years. With only two days left before the divorce cooling-off period ended, he had come back to clean the place up. Once the divorce was finalized, he would move back here and start over.

He set the cleaning supplies on the floor and looked around.

The house was exactly as he remembered it..quiet, dusty, and filled with things that had been left untouched for years.

Christopher rolled up his sleeves and began clearing away the clutter.

Most of his money had gone somewhere else, debt, household expenses, bills. For years, Christopher had lived as though every dollar in his pocket already belonged to someone else.

He opened the wardrobe and began putting his clothes inside, arranging the few things he planned to bring back once he moved in.

His fingers stopped on a worn-out work shirt. The sleeves had thinned from years of use. Christopher looked at it for a moment and gave a faint, bitter smile.

A month ago, Mary had placed divorce papers in front of him.

“I don’t want our son carrying your debt for the rest of his life.” those were her last words as Christopher had stared at her. After ten minutes of silence, he signed.

The new house went to Mary. She had the documents in her possession and claimed it was for their son, leaving Christopher with no choice but to let her keep it.

He was left with the old apartment. At the time, it had seemed like a clean break. At least, that was what he had believed.

Christopher walked around his house as he turned toward an old desk near the window. His laptop sat underneath a pile of unused papers. He picked it up and wiped away the dust.

As he moved it, something rattled inside the old laptop bag beneath it. He frowned, opened the bag, and a few charging cables fell out. Then he saw a small black USB drive.

He picked it up and turned it over slowly. Christopher frowned, “I can’t remember ever owning this. "

He almost threw it aside in frustration. “Forget it… it’s probably just junk.”

Yet instead of discarding it, he hesitated, then plugged it into the laptop. He saw a file named 'crypto wallet' He opened it as he saw a long string of letters and numbers filled the screen. It looked like a private key.

At the bottom was a short message: “Thanks for saving my brother...Don’t sell too early.”

Curiosity got the better of him. He copied the key and entered it into a cryptocurrency wallet. The page loaded as Christopher froze on seeing it.

5,000 BTC. He refreshed the page it was still there.

“One Bitcoin is already estimated to be two hundred thousand dollars… and five thousand of them… Damn! that’s more than a billion dollars…”

“What the hell?” Christopher leaned closer to the screen. His hand began to tremble. Then his eyes moved back to the USB drive. Something about it suddenly felt familiar.

“Wait…” He turned it over. “Daniel?”

Back in high school, one desperate night, his friend Daniel had come rushing over, asking to borrow a thousand dollars. A local gang was threatening his family and trying to pull them into drugs. The money was meant to pay them off.

Before leaving, his friend pressed a USB drive into Christopher’s hand.

“Keep this,” he said. “If I can’t pay you back, whatever’s inside will serve as collateral.”

Later that very night, his friend bought an illegal gun through private channels, shot and killed the man threatening his family, and lost his own life in the shootout.

Christopher looked at the laptop again.

“Fifteen years… one thousand dollars… and this is what he left me?”

His voice was barely a whisper. He leaned closer, eyes locked on the number as if it might vanish.

“Five thousand Bitcoin. More than a billion dollars. Sitting in a forgotten USB for fifteen years… while I was drowning in debt.”

He let out a short, disbelieving laugh that quickly died in his throat.

“Daniel, you crazy bastard… you actually did it. You paid me back a thousand times over… and I never even knew.”

His hands were shaking now. He pressed his palms against his face, then dragged them down slowly.

“All those years… scraping for every dollar… and the answer was sitting in a drawer the whole time.”

He had tumbled from a wealthy young heir to the brink of homelessness. Since then, he had worked multiple jobs every single day to pay off his parents’ massive debts while still ensuring his wife and household were provided for...now he had barely anything for himself.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Christopher grabbed his keys and muttered, “I’m taking my son back.”

He got into his old 2009 Toyota Camry and drove straight to their son’s school. Mary had said that morning she would be picking the boy up, and he wanted to tell them in person that they didn’t need to divorce anymore.

When Christopher arrived at the school gates, he saw Mary and their son already waiting outside. Just as he was about to get out of the car, a man in a suit walked up to them. His son ran forward and called the man “Daddy!”

Mary smiled at the man. “You’re early.”

The man chuckled. “I couldn’t wait. Did you miss me?”

“Always,” she replied softly, resting a hand on their son’s shoulder.

The boy looked up at him. “Are you taking us home today?”

“I am.”

“Then can I sleep at your house tonight? The man smiled. “If your mom says yes.”

The boy turned to Mary excitedly. “Mommy, can I?”

Mary smiled. “Yes, you can.” The boy leaned against the man’s side. “Can I call you Daddy all the time now?”

Mary gently touched his head. “Yes, sweetheart.”

Christopher froze, his hand still on the car door handle. He had heard his son call him “Dad” countless times over the years, but hearing him ask another man if he could call him “Daddy” made something inside him break. His eyes slowly reddened as he lowered his head, refusing to let the tears fall.

The man then turned to Mary. “Have you taken care of things on that end yet?”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she said, pulling out her phone. A second later, Christopher’s phone began to ring.