So here’s a story about marriage, money, and mildly competitive revenge.

Meet E. Withers, a regular dude from Arkansas who probably thought his biggest win in life was his wife — until she rubbed her $50 lottery win in his face. Naturally, Withers did what any husband with an ego and $10 would do: he went out the next day and bought the same scratch-off ticket, probably thinking, "If she can win $50, maybe I can buy a Coke and a Slim Jim with whatever I win."

Plot twist: the man hits $200,000. On the first row. Game over.

He stared at the ticket like it was a glitch in the Matrix. Numbers matched. Sanity questioned. Wife not convinced. “She didn’t believe me!” he laughed. (Because yeah, claiming you just won two hundred grand sounds suspiciously like a setup for “you forgot to take the bins out.”)

Eventually, he showed her the ticket and probably earned the rare marital achievement called One-Up With No Consequences™. He claimed his prize, became the final top-tier winner of that particular game, and left the rest of us with one burning thought:

Sometimes love wins. Other times, love scratches off $200K because it’s petty, inspired, and had ten bucks to spare.

Stay inspired. And buy your own damn ticket.