“Go clean the bathroom” — my son ordered me, for the third time during family dinner. I looked at him, stayed silent, then went back to my room. That very night, I packed my bags and left his house, taking with me the winning lottery ticket worth 30 million dollars that he knew nothing about.

My husband cheated, forced a divorce, and my son didn’t hesitate to choose him. “You’re just a broke housewife,” Robert sneered. “No way I’m living with you.

Do you have any idea how expensive my sneakers are? Don’t ruin my life.” I clutched the lottery ticket in my hand. He had no idea.

I had just won $300 million. It’s fine. Let him go live his supposedly good life with his father.

I’ll take my precious daughter Olivia and enjoy life to the fullest. There are two things I regret most in life. One, marrying my husband, Daniel.

Two, giving birth to my son, Robert. Not long ago, Daniel cheated on his wife and then demanded a divorce. I wasn’t going to fight the divorce, but it broke my heart for my kids.

I had just hired a lawyer and was preparing to fight for custody of both children. That’s when Robert stepped forward on his own. “Mom, you’re just a broke housewife.

No way I’m living with you. Do you know how expensive my sneakers are? Don’t ruin my life.”

Olivia was furious.

“Robert, how can you say that to Mom? She’s done everything for you.”

Robert rolled his eyes. “She used Dad’s money to do it.

Without Dad’s alimony, how is she going to take care of us? Olivia, if you want to live like a poor loser, go ahead, but I’m not going with you.”

I was shocked at how cold and calculating he was. I had poured my heart and soul into this boy.

Robert was born premature and had been sickly since birth. I quit my high-paying job just to take care of him full-time for fifteen years. He didn’t like cafeteria food, so I woke up at five in the morning every day to make him a homemade breakfast.

I bought the freshest ingredients, prepared balanced lunches, and personally delivered them to his school every day. And now, all that effort, love, and sacrifice had been reduced to a single disdainful sentence: You’re just a housewife. I don’t want to be poor with you.

In that moment, I swear I felt the blood in my veins run cold. Robert took my silence as hesitation. He grew anxious.