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    So this thing, Lizetta got it when she was nine, thanks to Remington. She couldn’t quite recall why she


    was down in the dumps back then, but anyway, Remington took her out to try her luck at the w


    machine. End of the day, the siblings blew over 200 coins and didn’t snatch a single fuzzball.


    Lizetta ribbed him for his crappy skills, but Remington fired back, saying it was the w machine’s


    stingy odds that were to me, not his technique.


    Lizetta turned a deaf ear, and the next day, her superpetitive brother lugged home this very w


    machine, rigged it so the odds of winning were a solid 100%.


    In no time, he snagged Lizetta a sofa’s worth of plushies, and while she was secretly thrilled, she


    pouted and griped about him making her fave game boring.


    Later, Remington whipped up a little odds–tweaking app on his phone, so he could switch up the


    chances whenever he wanted.


    From then on, this w machine turned into Lizetta’s very own Doraemon. Feeling blue? She’d give it a


    whirl for a little pick–me–up. In high spirits? She’d take a shot; it’d drop a surprise.


    When her birthday rolled around, she’d be buzzing with excitement, practically glued to the machine,


    wondering what would pop out.


    After tying the knot and moving to Oakridge Heights from the Dashiell family vi, Lizetta didn’t pack


    much – except for this w machine.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Ever since her fallout with Remington four years back, she hadn’t touched a single gift from that


    machine.


    That was why it never crossed her mind that Remington would stash this year’s present in there. She


    squatted down, fumbled around underneath, and sure enough, found a bunch of specially customized


    coins.


    Half an hourter, Lizetta’s floor was littered with gift boxes; all unwrapped, only four had something


    inside.


    A wedding ring, earrings – stuff Remington must’ve slipped in over the past couple of days. And the


    other two? Her birthday present and their anniversary gift.


    A swanky diamond–studded watch, a mini camera – Lizetta hit y and found a birthday message


    recorded just for her.


    It were blessings from her idol, the music maestro in Celestia, Cash. The legend was 78 and hadn’t


    made a public appearance in ages.


    Scoring that birthday shout–out must’ve taken Remington some real elbow grease.


    Clutching the camera, Lizetta was a cocktail of excitement from her idol’s encouragement


    and a deep, stirring emotion that wouldn’t quit.


    It was like a feather dropped in theke of her heart, causing ripples that tickled her senseless, bringing


    an uncontroble sweetness to her soul.


    She decided to let bygones be bygones for the sake of the gifts, at least for now, and take good care of


    him.


    Gifts in arms, she bounced back to the bedroom, all set to check if Remington’s fever had. broken,


    when rustling noises from the dressing room caught her ear.


    A burr? Not likely, with Oakridge Heights‘ tight security. Maybe Edith had found out Remington was


    sick?


    Lizetta headed for the dressing room, snagging a feather duster off a low cab just in


    case.


    But what she saw inside was beyond her wildest It was Evelina.


    guesses.


    Drawer open, clutching a pair of men’s undies, she spun around at the sound. Their eyes. locked, and


    Evelina looked gobsmacked.


    “What are you doing here, Sis? Remington told me you’d moved out and asked me to look after him.


    I’m so sorry; had I known you wereing back, I wouldn’t have intruded.”


    Lizetta felt her blood run cold, her grip on the feather duster shaking.


    Remington’s mistress had waltzed right in just like that. Catching her off guard, even as she was


    brimming with joy, like a bucket of ice water thrown on her scalding heart, ripping open a raw wound.


    “How did you get in?!” She demanded.


    Evelina smiled, “Well, someone gave me the code, of course. And to think it’s my birthday – that sure


    was a surprise.”


    This was the home Lizetta and Remington shared after marriage, with a password set by him. Lizetta


    had always thought it was their birthdays and anniversary, but Evelina’s words made her realize it could


    just as well be Evelina’s birthday.


    Lizetta felt like she was about to burst, her head buzzing.


    But Evelina wasn’t done twisting the knife, “Oh, and Sis, Remington isn’t really into this brand of


    condoms – says they’re not thin enough for a good feel. But have you two always been using


    protection? You’ve got quite the stockpile.”


    With that, Evelina fished a box from the drawer and waved it teasingly at Lizetta.