Chapter 2

When I got home, Jack was in the bathroom washing clothes.

He was washing Rachel's underwear.

"Rachel forgot to take her clothes after showering, so I thought I'd help wash them and bring them up to her when they're dry," Jack said awkwardly.

In the past, I would have had a fight with Jack and taken the underwear to Rachel's place to curse her out.

But I had come back to hunt these cheaters, so I had to control myself.

"Rachel is your boss. Washing her clothes and kissing up to her might help you get a promotion and raise," I said hypocritically.

Jack was surprised for a moment, then showed an understanding smile. "Honey, you're so wise."

After hanging up the underwear, the doorbell rang. Jack went to answer it. It was Rachel, wearing a skimpy spaghetti strap dress, braless and voluptuous.

"I'm here for my underwear," she said coyly.

"I washed them and hung them out to dry. I'll bring them up to you when they're ready," Jack replied.

"Jack, you're so thoughtful. By the way, the drain in my kitchen is clogged. Could you help me unclog it?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Sure, I'll go get my tools," Jack said, hurrying off to fetch them.

Rachel leaned against the door and said to me sourly, "Lily, I'm so envious that you have a husband who can do everything."

I held back the urge to slap her and forced a smile. "Rachel, I'm sure you'll find your Mr. Right someday."

"We have ride-sharing services and power bank rentals these days. If only we could have husband-sharing too. Haha, I'm just kidding," she said, putting on airs.

Jack came out with his tools.

Rachel said, "My drain has been clogged for a while, so it might take some time to fix. Lily, don't get any wrong ideas, okay?"

"Rachel, I'm not that petty. Jack is your subordinate, feel free to use him," I said with a smile.

Jack only had a middle school education. When I met him, he was a water delivery man who often came to the research institute. We got to know each other over time.

He pursued me for a year. As an orphan, I longed for a family, and touched by his persistence, I married him.

After marriage, I had him quit his job and enrolled him in an adult education program, tutoring him myself.

I supported him for two years until he got his associate degree. Then he entered the media company where Rachel worked.

Thinking about Jack's betrayal in my previous life, I gritted my teeth.

At 11 PM, I checked the lottery results. 228882+3 was indeed the jackpot winner. With my 200x bet, that meant $1 billion. After 20% tax, it would be $800 million.

Jack came home around 1 AM, smelling of shower gel. He had obviously showered at Rachel's place. He was exhausted and started snoring as soon as he lay down. Apparently, unclogging the drain had taken a lot of effort.

At 9 AM, I went to the lottery center and claimed my $800 million prize.

With such a large sum of money, I hired another 50 renovation workers and expanded the original 4,300 square foot basement to 8,600 square feet.

I went to food factories and bought large quantities of food, to electric machinery factories for imported generators, drills, and other essential equipment for the apocalypse, and to pharmaceutical factories for various medicines.

Finally, I went to the country's top protective equipment research institute, which had been involved in making spacesuits. I ordered 5 sets of high-temperature resistant protective suits according to my specifications, each costing $1 million.

As I was leaving, the director said to me meaningfully, "I hope we all live to see the end."