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

Cameron’s fork froze mid-air. “W-what? That’s strange.”

I nodded, leaning in slightly. “Yeah, isn’t it? And get this—she said you would be a super successful man, and we’d have a happy marriage.”

He choked on his food, coughing uncontrollably.

“Are you okay?” I asked sweetly, though I knew exactly what had caused his reaction.

When he finally stopped coughing, I dropped the façade. “I know about the actress, Cameron,” I said, my voice cold and steady. “You hired her to scare me into canceling the wedding.”

The color drained from his face. He stared at me, speechless, his mouth opening and closing as he fumbled for an explanation.

“I know everything,” I continued. “You couldn’t even call off the wedding yourself, could you? You had to hire someone to do it for you.”

His eyes were wide with panic, and his hands shook as he set his fork down. “Penelope, I—I didn’t know how to tell you.”

I laughed, but it was bitter and hollow. “Well, congratulations, Cameron. You don’t have to tell me anything now. I’m calling off the wedding.”

With that, I stood up, walked out of the apartment, and never looked back.

Cameron had shown me exactly who he was: a coward who couldn’t face the truth. And I was done with him.

Game over, Cameron. Game over.