The Heatwave Apocalypse, Revenge On My Ex

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My ex just hit the freaking lottery for millions and told me he wanted a divorce.

That night, I packed up my stuff and hightailed it back to my family's old place in the country.

Two weeks later, the heatwave started. People were dropping like flies.

Me? I was chilling in my renovated farmhouse, the pantry stocked to the ceiling, sucking on a Bomb Pop.

Meanwhile, my ex, the jerk, was groveling in his fancy suburban neighborhood with his kid and his bimbo girlfriend, practically licking th