High-temperature apocalypse, my husband who won 30 million, with his girlfriend and useless son, begged me for alms
Language: en
My husband won the thirty million lottery and wanted a divorce. That night, I packed my bags and returned to my hometown. Two weeks later, the heatwave struck, and chaos ensued everywhere. I relaxed in my well-stocked rural villa, enjoying an ice cream bar. Meanwhile, my husband, with our son and his childhood sweetheart, was reduced to begging in the neighborhood, savoring the last drop of water they could find, reassuring himself, "I have money; money can buy anything." I remembered how in my previous life, they locked me in the basement, where I died from dehydration. Money?…