Lifelong friends Joshua and Steve buy a lottery ticket together and agree to split the winnings. When they hit the jackpot, Steve disappears, leaving Joshua in shock. As rumors spread about Steve’s lavish new lifestyle, Joshua realizes his friend’s betrayal, sparking a battle for justice.
Steve and I have been best friends since we were little. We’ve weathered countless storms together, both literally and figuratively.
I remember the time my car broke down in the middle of nowhere.
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Steve didn’t hesitate; he lent me his car for a week without batting an eyelid. And let’s not forget the endless weekends he spent helping me renovate my house.
In turn, I was there for him through his difficult times. When his marriage collapsed in a messy divorce, I was his sounding board and support, both emotionally and financially.
One rainy Friday night, we were sitting on my porch, sipping beers and talking about life, never realizing that this was the beginning of a chain of events that would destroy our friendship.
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“Hey Josh, have you ever thought about what you’d do if you won the jackpot?” Steve asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I laughed and shook my head. “Man, if I had a dollar for every time I daydreamed about that, I’d be rich by now. But seriously, I’d probably pay off the mortgage, and maybe take the family on a world tour.”
Steve smiled. “Yes, it’s the same thing. But let’s make a pact, here and now. We buy a lottery ticket together, we split the winnings 50/50, no matter what. Okay?”
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I raised my beer in a toast. “Deal. We each put in ten dollars, that’s a twenty-dollar bill. There’s no going back.”
It was a joke, really. A pipe dream. We didn’t expect anything to come of it. But life has a funny way of surprising us.
A week later, we were sitting in the same spot, beers in hand, scratching off our ticket. I nearly choked on my drink when the numbers lined up.
“Steve, do you see what I see?” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.
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Steve’s eyes widened, and then he started squealing with joy. “Holy shit, Josh! We did it! Ten million dollars!”
We hugged each other, jumping around like a couple of teenagers. I was already imagining all the ways I could improve my family’s life. But first, we had to celebrate.
“Let’s go tell Reyna, man. This is amazing!” I said, getting up to find my wife, Reyna, inside the house.
But Steve stopped me, a strange look on his face.
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“Actually, let’s keep this between us for a while,” he mumbled. “You know, think about the best way to break the news. I don’t want my ex coming after me for more alimony.”
It seemed strange, but I trusted him. We had a bond deeper than blood. Or so I thought.
The next few days were a blur of euphoria. I tried calling Steve to plan our big reveal, but his phone was off. It’s okay, I told myself. Maybe he was taking a break.
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But days turned into weeks, and my calls went unanswered. I even went to his house several times, but it was dark and empty.
Worry gnawed at me. Had something happened to him? Was he in trouble? I started asking around, but no one had seen or heard from him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
One evening while having dinner with Reyna, she mentioned something she had heard through rumor.
“You know Steve quit his job? And apparently he bought a house in Wyoming?”
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I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. Wyoming? He hadn’t told me anything about it. So I decided to dig a little deeper.
Rumors were rife. Steve had been seen living the high life, throwing money around like confetti. My anxiety turned into a heartbreaking realization. He hadn’t disappeared. He was hiding! He was hiding from me and our agreement.
I felt betrayed. This was the man who had stood by me through thick and thin, and now he was depriving me of something we had earned together.
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I sat down with my phone and scrolled through old messages and photos. There it was—a selfie of us holding the winning ticket outside the corner store. Proof of our pact.
Determined to make things right, I gathered all the evidence I could find. Texts, emails, anything that could support my case. This wasn’t just about money; it was about principle, about trust.
I contacted a lawyer and filed a lawsuit against Steve.
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The courtroom was a sterile and intimidating room. The kind of place that robs you of the warmth in your bones. I sat on one side, my lawyer, Sarah, at my side, while Steve sat opposite me with his lawyer.
He wouldn’t even meet my gaze.
Steve’s defense was brutal. His lawyer portrayed me as a greedy opportunist, someone trying to cash in on an old friendship.
“Mr. Lambert,” Steve’s lawyer began, “is it true that you are having financial difficulties? Isn’t this lawsuit simply a way to resolve your monetary problems at my client’s expense?”
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I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s not true. This is an agreement we made. Steve and I promised to split the profits. It’s a matter of trust and keeping our word.”
Steve finally spoke, his voice cold. “Josh, you know things change. I never thought you’d follow through with this. I mean, who sues their best friend?”
I felt a lump in my throat. “Who disappears with ten million dollars and leaves their best friend in the dark?” I retorted. “You disappeared, Steve. No calls, no explanation. You just left.”
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The tension in the room was palpable. Sarah presented our evidence—texts, emails, and that selfie of us holding the winning ticket. The photo hit Steve hard; I saw a flicker of guilt cross his face.
“We had a deal,” I said, my voice cracking. “You promised, Steve.”
The trial lasted for months. Each hearing was like a new wound reopened. Steve’s defense was becoming increasingly desperate, and the strain was visible on both of us.
But I had to go through with it. It wasn’t just for me, it was for my family and for the principle of fairness.
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Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the court ruled in my favor. Steve was ordered to pay me half the prize money plus interest.
This victory was bittersweet. When the judge delivered the verdict, I realized it marked the end of a friendship I thought would last.
The day after the trial, I was sitting on my porch, drinking a cup of coffee, when I saw Steve coming up the driveway. He looked different—defeated, smaller somehow.
“Josh,” he began, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I was in over my head. I made a huge mistake.”
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“I know I also have to cover the legal costs,” he continued, “and it’s more than I can handle. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll give you three million if you drop the case. It’s all I can afford without completely ruining my life.”
I looked at him, memories of our shared past flashing through my mind. The countless times he’d been there for me, the laughter, the struggles.
Part of me wanted to forgive him, accept the offer, and end this nightmare. But the betrayal was too deep.
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“I appreciate your apology, Steve,” I said calmly. “But I can’t accept your offer. This isn’t just about money. It’s about what we stood for. The principle of our agreement is too important.”
Steve’s shoulders slumped and he nodded, tears welling in his eyes. “I understand. I really messed up, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “It’s true. But maybe this is a chance for both of us to start fresh.”
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He left, and as I watched him walk away, I felt a strange mixture of sadness and relief. It was the end of an era, but also the beginning of a new chapter.
Steve was forced to liquidate his assets to comply with the court order. His extravagant lifestyle came to an abrupt end. I learned from mutual friends that he was struggling to rebuild his life, now living more modestly.
As for me, I received the share of the winnings that was rightfully mine: five and a half million after interest.
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I paid off my debts, bought a comfortable home for my family, and invested wisely. Financial stability was a blessing, but the lessons learned were invaluable.
I reflected on the painful but valuable lessons about trust and friendship. The experience had hardened me and made me more cautious. I resolved to be more careful in the future, to ensure that no one could take advantage of me again.
Life went on. I found new ways to rebuild myself, focusing on my family and the things that really mattered. The wound of Steve’s betrayal would heal, but the scar would always remind me of the importance of trust and the price of betrayal.
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