The Night My Wife Left, I Made $500 Trillion From Crypto

Lois choice

Lois's words hung in the air as if she had delivered a death sentence. She publicly broke off her marriage with Ethan to be with his best friend, Damian.

Ethan stared at her, his mind refusing to process what he had just heard. "Lois, no. Tell me you don't mean that. Don't abandon everything we've built together for him."

"I've given you everything, Ethan," she said, her voice shaking with years of frustration. "I stood by you when your career ended. I stayed when the money ran out. I believed in you when no one else would. And what did you give me? Nothing. Just broken promises and a life I never wanted."

She stepped toward Damian, putting some distance between herself and Ethan. "I'm fed up with being poor. I'm tired of watching everyone else succeed while we drown in debt. I just can't keep doing this anymore, Ethan. I'm done."

Ethan's voice broke as he reached out to her in desperation. "Lois, please. We can fix this. Just give me more time—"

"Time?" she chuckled bitterly. "I've given you five years, Ethan. Five years of my life, completely wasted. I won't wait any longer. As of this moment, you’re on your own."

Damian stepped closer, resting a possessive hand on Lois's lower back. "You heard her, Ethan. She wants me now, so give it up."

Ethan gritted his teeth in rage. "You bastard, you betrayed me! I thought you were my friend. How could you do this to me and take my wife away from me?"

Damian scoffed before pulling out a chequebook and a pen. "I never betrayed you, old friend," he said while scribbling some figures on it. "I only offered a solution to your problem at a fair price."

A brief pause.

"Here," Damian said, tearing a slip from the chequebook and tossing it to Ethan. "As promised, that's $50 million. Take it with you and leave Lois for good. You can start a new life somewhere else. That's more than you've ever given her."

Ethan bent down slowly and picked up the slip from the floor. There it was, in Damian's own handwriting: $50 million. With that amount, he could pay off his debt and escape poverty.

However, it came with a cost. The cost of losing his wife to his best friend.

"No," Ethan said, his voice raw. "You can keep your filthy money. I don't want it."

To everyone's surprise, Ethan ripped the cheque into pieces. Even Damian was caught off guard. Did he really tear up a $50 million cheque just for his pride and ego? This angered Damian.

"You fool," Damain snapped sharply. "No wonder you're poor. You'll never be successful in your life for as long as you live."

"You could have taken the money," Lois said angrily to Ethan. "Why are you acting so stubborn? You'll never have another opportunity like this again. This is why I am leaving you. You and that stubborn pride of yours."

Ethan stood still, his nails digging into his palms as he clenched his fists tightly. Tell me, Lois, is this really what you really want? I'm only going to ask once: do you choose me or Damian?"

Lois planted a hand on her hip. "I'm not backing down from my decision, Ethan. I'm going to be Damian's woman. There's nothing you can say or do that will change my mind."

Damian smiled smugly as he wrapped his hands around Lois's waist. "You've got your answers, Ethan. My lawyers will draft the divorce papers and contact you shortly. However, you won't be getting any money from me. You lost your chance the moment you tore my cheque."

"Very well," Ethan said before turning to Lois. "Goodbye, Lois."

Lois crossed her arms and looked away. She didn't say anything.

Ethan painfully picked up her wedding ring from the floor and slipped it into his pocket. Then, without sparing even a second glance, he hobbled toward the exit using his crutches.

The crowd around him split apart like the Red Sea as he made his way through. Their murmuring reached his ears.

"Can you believe it? Lois actually left him for Damian."

"Could you really blame her? She devoted her prime years to him, despite living in poverty."

"She lasted longer with Ethan than I had given her credit for. I would have divorced him after just one year."

"I feel no pity for Ethan. He got a sweet deal for $50 million, but his stupid pride held him back."

"What a bum. It's a good thing Lois left him. She deserves better."

Ethan continued walking in silence until he reached the exit, but the whispers he heard lingered in his mind.

Everyone supported his wife when she left him for Damian. Not a single person rose to defend him or call out Damian for betraying him.

* * * *

As Ethan forced his way through the heavy exit doors, the night air hit him like a slap. While everyone was inside at the reunion, a heavy rain had started, drumming loudly on the road and cars.

But Ethan didn't care.

He stepped off the walkway and into the rain, his crutches pressing gently into the puddles that had already gathered. Within seconds, his cheap suit was soaked through, the fabric clinging to his skin.

Water poured over his face, mixing with the tears he fought so hard to keep from falling. Inside, his heart burned with a sadness so intense it felt suffocating.

As he walked on, he imagined his old classmates gathered there, toasting Damian and Lois while laughing at his downfall.

Just then, Ethan lost his footing.

His crutches slipped out from beneath him, and he fell heavily onto the wet ground. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain through his injured knee, causing him to gasp.

For a moment, he just lay face down in the rain, feeling defeated and broken. But then, something inside him changed.

With trembling hands, he reached out and grabbed his crutches, pulling himself up inch by inch. The rain kept pounding down on him relentlessly, yet he didn't stop. \

"I'll make them pay," he growled through gritted teeth. His hair was plastered to his forehead, with water dripping into his eyes.

He remembered the humiliation and sneers from all his old classmates. He remembered Lois's and Damian's betrayal.

Ethan bit down so hard on his teeth that he tasted blood. He planted his crutches firmly and pushed himself up, his body shaking with rage.

"Every single one of them," he hissed, his voice raw and venomous. "Every single person in that room. I'll become so rich and powerful that they'll all kneel and beg."

Lightning tore across the sky, lighting up his face for a brief, terrible moment.

Suddenly, his phone began to buzz.

At first, Ethan ignored it. What could possibly matter now? His wife had left him, and his best friend had betrayed him. His life was completely wrecked.

However, the phone buzzed again. And again.

Frowning, Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen was wet, but it was still working. He wiped the water away with his sleeve and stared at the notification.

His heart froze like ice.

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