He Drew $9 For Our Wedding. Another Man Offered a Million Chapter 01

He Drew $9 For Our Wedding. Another Man Offered a Million Chapter 01

Finn had a female best friend who was obsessed with drawing lots.

She decided every expense during our relationship by her lottery.

When I had a high fever, she drew one dollar, so he bought the cheapest ibuprofen.

I had an allergic reaction and ended up in the ICU.

On our anniversary trip, she drew four dollars.

He canceled my travel plans and took me on a city loop bus.

Whenever I got upset, he said,

“Don’t make a scene. The odds are never in your favor. Who’s fault is that?”

Until we got to wedding planning.

She sat next to Finn’s mother.

She pulled out the lottery sticks he’d made for her, and drew one casually.

“A $9.99 wedding!” she laughed, “Finn, have the wedding at home.”

“You’ve got a lawn anyway.”

“Finn, pay up. Lena must be dying to marry you!”

My parents were shaking with anger.

I looked at him too—surely not this time.

But Finn pulled out his phone, “I’ll transfer you 9.99.”

“We agreed. Whatever you draw, that’s what it is.”

I didn’t say anything. I sent the money back.

“I’m not marrying you.”

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“What do you mean?”

“I’m not marrying you.”

He leaned back, relaxed, “Because the wedding drew 9.9?”

“When did you become so materialistic?”

His words stung.

The room went quiet.

Blair broke the silence.

She put an arm around Finn’s shoulder.

“Finn, if it weren’t for you, I’d be against this marriage.”

“Who cares about a wedding anymore?”

“Spend all that money on a dress, on a venue—and in the end, people still get divorced.”

His mother raised her glass, smug,

“If you were with Blair, none of this would be a problem.”

Sterling had never approved of me. She wanted Blair.

My parents tried to speak.

I held their trembling hands and looked at Finn.

“Do you feel the same way?”

He pressed his temple. Silent.

My chest ached.

When I started dating Finn, I had no idea our families were so different.

His friends said I was a gold digger. He didn’t believe them.

But to fix my “reputation,” he put our money in Blair’s hands.

He let her decide every expense by lottery.

At some point, every time I mentioned money, I was called a gold digger.

Blair stood up, eyes full of contempt, “Finn, I drew twice today just for you.”

“Lena, let’s see how much you’re worth this time.”

Finn wrapped his arm around her and laughed,

“Blair, you’re the one who actually cares about me.”

“When we get married, you’ll be the maid of honor. I’ll throw the bouquet right to you.”

She smirked, “No thanks. I don’t want to get married.”

“If I’m the maid of honor, I’ll outshine the bride.”

She drew another stick and shoved it in my face.

“Lena, you’re unlucky. That dream wedding you wanted? Gone.”

One cent.

My mother’s eyes were red-rimmed, “It’s fine if you look down on us.”

“After the wedding, we won’t bother you. Lena is sweet, she’s—”

“Mom.” I stopped her.

I looked at Finn, “You think I’ll definitely marry you?”

He saw the tears in my eyes and opened his mouth to speak.

Blair pinched his cheek, “Finn, you begged me to make these decisions for you.”

“If you back out now, I’m done helping.”

He pushed her hand away, smiling, “Then I’ll just beg again.”

I watched them.

I remembered.

He’d slammed the door. Scrubbed his face with disinfectant.

When I accidentally touched it once.

He said he wasn’t used to people touching his face.

Now I saw the truth—he just didn’t want my cheapness on him.

Blair knocked over the lottery bucket on the table.

The next second, a chill ran through me.