Chapter 3The Winning Ticket: Dumping the Leech

Seeing me staring at him, Arthur felt confident and stood even straighter.

Little did he know, this made his belly stick out even more, looking hideous.

I really couldn't bear to look anymore, feeling it was an eyesore, and slightly averted my gaze.

Arthur thought I was softening, that I was compromising.

Just as he was about to reveal a victorious smile, he heard me say.

"Okay, let's break up."

Afraid he would regret it, I had already walked to the door and pulled it open.

"Since we're breaking up, hurry up and leave."

Arthur was dumbfounded.

Thinking he was hallucinating, he asked uncertainly again.

"You really want to break up with me?"

I repeated it very firmly.

"Yes, break up."

He became exasperated,

"Fine, fine, fine, break up then!"

"But Chloe, don't regret this. Don't come begging me to take you back like before!"

He made a show of leaving, but actually slowed his pace, waiting for me to ask him to stay.

When my plea didn't come, he stopped and started insulting me.

"You're a thirty-year-old woman. Do you think any other man will want you if you leave me?"

"Stop dreaming, Chloe. A woman's prime is shorter than a man's. You're worthless at your age!"

"As for me, a man at thirty is in his golden years. Without you, a whole bunch of women will be throwing themselves at me."

He coughed lightly, as if giving me a final ultimatum.

"I'll give you one last chance. Either give me twenty thousand and we'll forget this ever happened, or don't ever expect to see me again."

Looking at his punchable face, any thought of an amicable breakup vanished.

Since we're breaking up, he needs to spit out all the money I spent on him over the past three years.

I wasn't going to let him off easy!

"You're right!"

Hearing this, Arthur thought I was going to get the money and reached out his hand with a smirk.

"A woman's youth is indeed valuable!"

"So, as a grown man, you can't take advantage of me. You have to pay back everything I spent on you!"

To his shock, I threw a stack of printed A4 billing statements into his hands.

"These are all the expenses I covered for you and your family over the past three years. It totals $405,000. I'll wave the five thousand; just pay me back $400,000."

"And don't even think about not paying. I will hire a lawyer, and you won't escape a single cent."

Before he could react, I yanked him out the door.

Before closing it, I deliberately reminded him.

"I'm only giving you one week for this money. Otherwise, don't blame me for getting nasty."

The door slammed shut.

Outside, Arthur snapped out of his daze and exploded, pounding on the door.

"Chloe, what the fuck do you mean! What right do you have to ask me for money!"

"Doesn't it cost money to hire a gigolo? You took up three years of my life. Isn't my youth worth anything? Haven't you heard that men are boys until they die?"

"Let me tell you, don't even dream about me paying this back!"

The neighbors, unable to stand the noise, opened their doors and cursed at him.

Arthur, tough on the outside but weak on the inside, slinked away.

Looking through the peephole and confirming he had really left, I quickly called a moving company.

Last week, after cashing in the $10 million prize, I immediately spent a $2 million down payment on a fully furnished luxury penthouse in a high-end complex in the city.

Over the past few days, I had bought all the basic soft furnishings, so it was ready for immediate move-in.

Now, there were only a few things left in my rental apartment.

I would move them all over today.

In a few days, I would be able to celebrate the New Year with my parents in a 2,500-square-foot penthouse.