Rigged Game, Broken Love

For six years, he played the same game: pick 0 to 10. I picked 0; she picked 10 and won. My parents' savings bought a home in her name. On Thanksgiving, he called me the maid and threw me out. So I stopped playing. My high-school sweetheart flew to take me home. He wired a million; I kept my $300,000 and deleted him. When he begged, I played once more: "Pick a number." "0." "Then my love for you is zero too."