Old Woman Took My Hand and Started Predicting My Future, Persuading Me to Cancel My Wedding

She turned, startled. “Let me go!” she shrieked as I grabbed her wrist.

“Who are you?” I demanded, refusing to let go.

She hesitated for a moment, then sighed in defeat. “I’m an actress,” she admitted. “I was paid to scare you into calling off your wedding.”

My heart plummeted. “Paid? By who?”

She reluctantly pulled out her phone, showing me a picture that made my stomach drop.

It was Cameron. My fiancé. The man I was supposed to marry in a few months.

“He… he paid you?” I could barely get the words out, my voice breaking with disbelief.

The actress fidgeted nervously. “He didn’t want to go through with the wedding and didn’t know how to tell you,” she confessed.

I felt numb. Cameron had hired a stranger to manipulate me into calling off our wedding instead of simply being honest. The cowardice of it was almost laughable.

I couldn’t believe it. Rage bubbled up inside me, but it wasn’t the kind that made me want to scream. No, this anger was cold and calculating.

That night, I acted as though everything was normal. I set the dinner table, cooked Cameron’s favorite meal—roasted chicken with rosemary potatoes—and smiled like nothing had happened. When he walked in, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, completely unaware that I knew his dirty little secret.

We ate in silence for a while before I finally spoke. “You won’t believe what happened to me today,” I said, keeping my tone light and casual.

He looked up, curious. “Oh? What happened?”

“I ran into a strange woman at the supermarket,” I began, watching his expression carefully. “She knew about the scars on my legs… and our wedding.”