Locked the bedroom door.
And made three phone calls.
The first was to the number listed on the official state lottery website.
The second was to a divorce attorney.
The third was to my accountant.
By breakfast, Mark believed he had just discarded a broke wife.
He had no idea I had become the wealthiest person he would probably ever know.
I didn’t rush to cash the ticket.
That turned out to be one of the smartest decisions I made.
My attorney, Rachel Kim, told me to photograph both sides of it, place the original in a bank safe-deposit box, and say absolutely nothing publicly until she understood exactly how the winnings would be treated under our state’s marital-property laws.
“Timing matters,” she told me.
“So does where every dollar came from.”
Rachel warned me not to assume sudden wealth made the divorce simple.
It could actually make things more complicated.
