I Found Out My Boyfriend Gave His Lottery Winnings To His Ex-Wife—After A Heated Argument, The Painful Truth Was Finally Revealed

My boyfriend’s ex-wife suddenly bought a new house near my place, which surprised me because she had always been quite poor. Later, I discovered that it was my boyfriend who gave her the lottery winnings to buy the house. However, that wasn’t the whole story—the truth behind this was heartbreaking.

One day, I had plans to meet some friends for a relaxing day at the pool. But as I stepped outside, I noticed several movers carrying a large amount of furniture into the house at the end of the alley.

Curious by nature, I walked over to take a look. The house was a mid-sized villa, designed in a charming classical style that caught my eye. As a real estate agent, I could tell the value of this property wasn’t cheap.

I remembered that the villa’s previous owner had gone bankrupt and had been trying to sell it for some time. It seemed like they had finally found a buyer, likely someone quite wealthy.

I scanned the area, trying to spot the new owner, but after waiting for a while, I didn’t see anyone—just the movers bustling back and forth.

Eventually, I gave up and headed to the pool. After immersing myself in the refreshing water for over an hour, I returned home feeling relaxed. When I got back to the alley, the movers were still hard at work.

Then, I saw a woman step out of the house. I could only see her from behind. She looked about my age, dressed in luxurious clothing, and was directing the movers. She was likely the new homeowner.

Suddenly, she turned around, and as soon as I saw her face, I was stunned. It was Selina—Brian’s ex-wife, and my boyfriend’s former partner. I froze, quickly hiding in a corner so she wouldn’t notice me. From my hiding spot, I kept observing the scene.

I carefully looked again. Although she had changed a bit since I last saw her, I was sure it was Selina—there was no mistaking her. How could she afford to buy such a villa? As far as I knew, Selina was just an ordinary office worker, barely making enough to get by. Could it be that she had gotten lucky and married a wealthy man who bought her the villa?

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. To be honest, I didn’t have any bad feelings toward Selina. In fact, I even felt a little sorry for her.

Back then, Brian and Selina worked at the same company. One night, after drinking too much, they had a one-night stand, and Selina became pregnant. Brian, not wanting her to suffer, married her.

However, their married life wasn’t smooth. They were incompatible in many ways. One day, Selina tragically had a miscarriage, breaking the bond between them. Eventually, they decided to divorce.

Brian had shared every detail about Selina with me, which is why I was so shocked to see her today. Deep down, though, I felt happy for her success.

At that moment, most of the movers had left, leaving only Selina standing at the door. Suddenly, I saw a man walking out of the house. I assumed he must be the wealthy new owner and wanted to see what kind of person he was.

But as soon as I saw him, I froze again. My entire body trembled with shock—it was Brian, my boyfriend. A thousand questions swirled in my head. Why was my boyfriend here? What kind of relationship did he and Selina have? Was her moving here connected to him? My whole body felt as though it was crawling with ants, an unbearable discomfort.

Brian wiped sweat from his brow and said, “All done!”
Selina smiled back. “Thank you! I don’t know when I’d have finished this without your help.”

“It’s nothing,” Brian replied gently. “I’d better head home now. Elly will be back soon, and I need to cook for her.”
Selina nodded. “Thank you so much! Send my regards to Elly. Living here alone can be lonely. If you two are free, come over to visit me.”

Brian looked hesitant. “I don’t mind, but I don’t know how Elly would feel. After all, you’re my ex-wife.”
Selina smiled understandingly. “I get it, but Elly seems like a reasonable girl. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Brian glanced at his watch. “Alright, I should get going. Take care!”

I overheard their entire conversation, and my anger subsided somewhat. It seemed Brian was just helping Selina organize her things, not secretly reconnecting with her as I had feared. Selina even invited me over to her house! I let out a sigh of relief. However, I couldn’t shake my curiosity about how Selina had managed to buy that house.

That evening, after dinner, Brian sat sipping coffee while I washed the dishes. Casually, I brought it up. “Hey, I think Selina just moved into the villa at the end of the alley.”

Brian was slightly surprised by my question but remained calm as he answered. “Yeah, I even helped her move in.”
“Did her new husband buy it for her?” I asked, my tone slightly peculiar, as if fishing for information about a long-lost acquaintance.

Brian looked at me for a moment before responding gently, “Selina hasn’t remarried.”
“Then how did she afford that house? I thought she wasn’t well off. Did she come into some big money recently?” I pressed, unable to hide my curiosity. Selina’s sudden change baffled me.

Brian thought for a moment before replying in a distant tone, “I think she won some kind of lottery. I’m not too sure.”
I was startled. I remembered reading in the news about someone who had won a substantial lottery prize recently. Could it have been Selina?

Driven by curiosity, I finished the dishes and went online to check. But the news didn’t disclose the winner’s identity.

While I was engrossed in reading, there was a sudden “pop,” and my computer screen went black. Hearing the noise, Brian immediately rushed upstairs. After inspecting it, he said the computer had overloaded and shorted out.

“What should I do? I have so much work to do tonight,” I lamented, close to tears.
“It’s okay! Just use my computer,” Brian said, patting my head. He handed me his laptop and took mine for repairs.

Having such a caring boyfriend felt wonderful. I used his laptop and dove into my work. Suddenly, a notification popped up for a new email. I accidentally clicked on it. What I saw made my heart race—it was a congratulatory email for a lottery win. The numbers matched the ones I had seen online.

I sat there stunned. So Brian was the lottery winner? Why hadn’t he told me about this? And more importantly, if Brian was the winner, why was Selina the one buying the house? Could it be… he gave all the money to her? My head felt like it was about to explode in that moment.

I decided I had to get to the bottom of everything. If Brian truly wanted to get back together with Selina, he could just say so. Why resort to such deception?

In my frustration, I accessed Brian’s email to dig for answers. As I scrolled through, I found a notification confirming that he had received the lottery money two weeks ago.

Pondering this, I called my friend Nick, who was very familiar with the real estate market in our area. Nick told me that Brian had placed the down payment on the house last week. He finalized the contract a few days ago, and the move happened today. Every detail matched perfectly. I felt my blood boiling. Why? Why would my husband buy a house for his ex-wife?

This betrayal was terrifying—I couldn’t accept it. I wanted to confront him and throw him out of the house immediately, but after calming down, I realized I needed solid proof before taking action. If this was the truth, I would expose them when the time was right. So, I took out my phone and snapped a photo of the email as evidence.

The next day, Selina invited Brian and me to her ‘villa’ for dinner. I was furious and didn’t want to go, but I figured this might be the perfect chance to uncover their deception. Determined, I put on a stunning outfit and accompanied Brian to Selina’s house.

The villa’s interior was like a fairytale garden. The yard was full of flowers, a small pond, and beautiful peacocks wandering around. It was truly breathtaking, and I found myself overwhelmed by its grandeur.

Selina had prepared a lavish spread in the garden, featuring dishes so luxurious I’d never even dreamed of trying them. The feast was extravagant and overwhelming.

After dinner, Selina took us on a tour of her home. It was like a castle. I couldn’t help but wonder—why would she need such a massive house when she lived alone? At one point, I needed to use the restroom, likely from drinking too much during the meal. Selina asked one of her maids to guide me.

The house was so large that finding a restroom required assistance—a true mark of the wealthy lifestyle. As I exited the restroom, I couldn’t find Brian or Selina anywhere. A sense of unease crept over me. I quickly pulled out my phone and called Brian.

He didn’t answer, and my anxiety intensified. I asked the maid where Selina had gone. She replied that she wasn’t sure, perhaps to the garden.

I asked her to lead me to the garden, but they weren’t there. Growing more frantic, I searched the front yard and the living room—still no sign of them. Could they have gone to a bedroom?

That seemed impossible; I was still in the house. I continued searching, and suddenly, I heard a strange sound coming from the hallway. It sounded like someone calling out—a voice that resembled Selina’s.

I rushed toward the sound and found Brian holding Selina from behind, his arms wrapped around her. As soon as they saw me, they quickly separated.

“What are you doing, Brian?” I shouted.
Brian’s face turned pale. “Calm down, Elly. It’s not what you think.”

Selina chimed in hurriedly, “That’s right, it’s not—”
“Shut up, both of you! How dare you? I’m right here, and you two still…” I was so furious I could barely speak.

“It’s not what you think!” Brian insisted. “Selina was choking on a piece of fruit, and I was helping her.” He sounded desperate, but his explanation only made me angrier.

I glanced over and saw a plate of fruit placed on the nearby railing, with pieces of fruit seemingly spat out on the ground below. But I couldn’t bring myself to trust them anymore. Furious, I demanded, “Why are you two out here?”

“Uh, Selina had something private she wanted to discuss with me,” Brian stammered.
“What private matter? Let me guess, about you giving her the lottery ticket?” I said coldly.
Brian’s eyes widened. “How… how did you know about the lottery ticket?”

I pulled up the photo on my phone and showed it to him. “I know everything. You’re the one who won the lottery, aren’t you? And you gave her the money to buy this house so you could sneak around with her more easily, right?”

“Elly! It’s not like that!” Brian panicked, his voice trembling.
“Then tell me, where’s the money? Why did she buy the house? Explain yourself!” I shouted, my anger boiling over.

“Elly, calm down. Let me explain. Brian hasn’t done anything wrong,” Selina finally spoke up.
“Shut up! You have no right to speak here!” I screamed at her, my rage overflowing.

“That’s enough, Elly!” Brian shouted, his own anger finally breaking through. “The lottery ticket belonged to Selina.”
I froze for a moment, stunned. “What are you saying?” I asked, my voice shaking.
Brian looked at Selina with sorrowful eyes. “Tell her the truth,” he said softly.

Selina gazed off into the distance, then began to speak. “Over a year ago, I found out I was infertile after my miscarriage. To me, having children meant everything. At that time, I was on the brink of losing my mind. In a moment when I was about to end my life, Brian happened to show up and saved me.”

Brian nodded. “I had gone back to our old house to retrieve some things and found her there by chance.”

Selina continued, “After that, I drowned myself in alcohol and cigarettes to numb the pain. But life kept dealing me one bad hand after another. Three months ago, I was diagnosed with end-stage liver cancer. I don’t have much time left.”

I gasped, suddenly noticing the yellowish tint to her skin. Selina gave a bitter smile and went on. “Ironically, around that time, I won the lottery. But what’s the point of having money now? I decided to give the ticket to Brian as a way of repaying him—because he’s the only person I have left. So I handed him the winning ticket.”

She let out a long sigh. “But Brian insisted that I use some of the money to fulfill a dream of mine. I’ve lived a hard life, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live as someone wealthy.” I stood there wide-eyed, utterly shocked.

Selina concluded, “So, Brian used part of the winnings to buy this house for me. Earlier, I called him out here to ask him to sell it after I’m gone and donate the money to charity.”

I stood frozen, my entire body paralyzed, unsure of how to react. A wave of indescribable sorrow washed over me, as if something profoundly familiar had been lost forever. How much had she endured without me knowing? My throat tightened with guilt and regret.

Had I been too heartless, too judgmental of her? I had never tried to understand her pain or her desire for a better life.

Without thinking, I embraced her tightly. “Don’t worry, we’ll always be here for you. Stay strong.”

Selina hugged me back just as tightly. Her life had been filled with so much misfortune, yet she still brought kindness to others. Inspired by her, I made a silent vow to follow her example. The remaining money would go toward helping those in need, just as she intended.

This story draws inspiration from real-life events and individuals, but it has been adapted and fictionalized for creative expression. Names, characters, and specific details have been altered to protect individuals’ privacy and to enhance the storyline. Any similarity to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is coincidental and unintentional.