Travis Kelce, Taylor Swift Super Bowl wedding proposaI prop bet appears on online sportsbook. If you have a hunch that Travis Kelce can break the internet at the Super Bowl, you can put your money where your mouth is.
FanDuel Canada is offering odds on whether the star tight end will propose to Taylor Swift.
Of course, prop bets are insaneIy popular for the big game — common wagers include the length of the national anthem, the color of the Gatorade for the winning team, and even the result of the opening coin toss. At FanDuel Canada we are constantly looking for new ways to engage our customers with new and unique markets, the FanDuel Canada Trading Team said in a statement to Fox News Digital. The Super Bowl has a great history of these types of bets and we’re excited to be able to Iink pop culture and sport through our Travis Kelce/Taylor Swift offerings.
The odds opened up at +140 for yes (a $100 bet wins $190), while no began at -170 (must bet $170 to win $100). However, Canadian bettors thought those Iines were ridiculous, and started to slam “no.”
Now, a $100 bet on “yes” would net $920, whiIe you would have to wager $2,200 on “no” to even make $100. Just note, though, that the fine print states that the proposal must take place on the field after the game.
My Husband Left Me and Our Kids for His Mistress — I Took Revenge after Visiting My MIL
Hannah is startled and heartbroken after she finds shocking photos of her husband, Charles, with his young coworker, Madison. With her world falling apart, Hannah doesn’t know what to do, but a visit to her mother-in-law’s gives her a secret weapon. Can Hannah use this new evidence to get the revenge she deserves?
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sitting in my living room, I stared at my phone, my hands trembling.
It all started a week ago when my friend Sarah mentioned she had seen Charles with a young woman at a café. I brushed it off, thinking it was a misunderstanding.
But something gnawed at me, and I decided to ask Sarah to keep an eye out.
Now, Sarah’s message popped up with several pictures attached. I opened them, and there they were — Charles and Madison, his 20-year-old coworker, entering a hotel together.
They were laughing and holding hands, the intimacy between them unmistakable.
He shook his head. “No, Hannah. It’s over.”
I realized our life together, the family we built, meant nothing to him.
After Charles left, my life turned upside down.
I moved into a small apartment with the kids, barely scraping by. The settlement I received was meager, barely enough to cover our basic needs. I had hoped to keep things stable for the children, but every month was a struggle to pay rent.
One evening, after putting the kids to bed, I sat down with my laptop to look for ways to make ends meet. My job as a part-time receptionist wasn’t enough, and I started searching for freelance work, anything that could help us get by.
“How could he do this?” I muttered to myself, feeling the sting of injustice.
Charles had lied about the house’s value during the divorce proceedings. He’d manipulated the system to leave me with almost nothing. The unfairness of it all consumed me.
How was I supposed to provide for our children when he had taken everything?
“We did it, Hannah. He’s finally getting what he deserves,” Margaret said, hugging me tightly.
I smiled, tears of gratitude in my eyes. “Thank you, Margaret. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
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