When a strange woman grabbed my hand and warned me not to go through with my wedding, I brushed it off. But when I found out she was a paid actress, I had to know:<\/p>\n
who would go to such lengths to stop me from marrying the man I loved?<\/p>\n
I was never the superstitious type. I\u2019m Penelope, just your average woman juggling work, wedding plans, and spending time with my best friend, Esther. Life had been a blur of excitement lately. Cameron, my fianc\u00e9, was everything I could ever ask for \u2014 thoughtful, funny, and supportive.<\/p>\n
Our wedding was just a couple of months away, and Esther, as usual, was by my side through all the chaos, helping me pick out flower arrangements, dresses, and everything in between.<\/p>\n
It was a normal Saturday afternoon when the strange encounter happened. Esther and I had just left our favorite boutique, where we\u2019d spent hours browsing through racks of dresses and debating which honeymoon destinations were overrated.<\/p>\n
She was still trying to convince me that Fiji wasn\u2019t all it was cracked up to be as we strolled through the supermarket, picking up a few groceries for the week.<\/p>\n
We were halfway down the cereal aisle when I felt someone standing a little too close behind me.<\/p>\n
Turning around, I was face-to-face with an old woman: her dark hair messy, her piercing eyes locked onto mine. Before I could react, she grabbed my hand, her grip firm, almost desperate.<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel four scars,\u201d she said, her voice low and gravelly. \u201cAll on your legs. An animal\u2026 a wolf?\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze, my heart nearly stopping. My legs \u2014 she was right. I had those scars, deep and jagged from when a wolf attacked me on a family camping trip when I was five. I hadn\u2019t told many people about that. How could she possibly know?<\/p>\n
Esther, who had been distracted by a message on her phone, turned just in time to see the woman holding my hand. \u201cHey! Let go of her!\u201d she snapped, stepping closer, ready to intervene.<\/p>\n
But the woman didn\u2019t seem to notice. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. \u201cI see your upcoming wedding,\u201d she murmured, her grip tightening. \u201cDon\u2019t do it. Trouble awaits you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught in my throat. I felt like I was rooted to the spot, unable to move. How did she know about my wedding? What kind of \u201ctrouble\u201d was she talking about?<\/p>\n
Before I could ask her any of these questions, Esther pulled my hand free from the woman\u2019s grip with one sharp tug. \u201cAre you out of your mind?\u201d Esther hissed at the woman. \u201cGet lost, witch!\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman blinked, as if waking from a trance, then slinked away without another word. I stared after her, my heart still pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cPenelope, are you okay?\u201d Esther asked, her voice softening now that the stranger was gone. \u201cShe was probably just some crazy lady. Don\u2019t let it get to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to laugh it off. \u201cYeah, you\u2019re probably right,\u201d I said, though deep down, I wasn\u2019t so sure. For the next two weeks, her words haunted me. \u201cDon\u2019t do it. Trouble awaits you.\u201d They replayed in my mind like a broken record, and no matter how many times I told myself it was nonsense, I couldn\u2019t shake the uneasy feeling.<\/p>\n
Then yesterday, while having lunch with my mom at a small caf\u00e9, I saw her again \u2014 at least, I thought I did. Across the street, a woman was hurrying into a shop, but this time, her hair was blonde, her eyes light. She looked completely different, but there was something about her, something familiar.<\/p>\n
Without thinking, I jumped up from my chair and rushed outside. \u201cHey! You!\u201d I called, catching up to her just as she was about to enter the shop.<\/p>\n
The woman turned, startled. \u201cLet me go!\u201d she shrieked as I grabbed her wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d I demanded, tightening my grip.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 I\u2019m an actress,\u201d she stammered. \u201cI was paid to scare you into canceling your wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart dropped. \u201cPaid? By who?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated, then reluctantly pulled out her phone. My blood ran cold when she showed me the photo on her screen.<\/p>\n
I could barely feel my legs as I stared at the picture on her phone screen.<\/p>\n
It was Cameron. The man I was supposed to marry in a few months. The man I trusted, loved, and thought I would spend my life with.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2026 he paid you?\u201d My voice cracked as I asked, still trying to process the betrayal.<\/p>\n
The actress shifted nervously, glancing around as if afraid someone might see us. \u201cLook, I don\u2019t want any trouble. I was just doing my job. Please let me go.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. \u201cWhy? Why did he do this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d she admitted, rubbing her wrist where I had grabbed her. \u201cHe just said he couldn\u2019t go through with the wedding, but didn\u2019t know how to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a burning rage rise in me, but it wasn\u2019t the fiery kind that made me want to scream. No, this was cold. Ice cold. He couldn\u2019t call off the wedding himself, so he hired someone to manipulate me into doing it? The sheer cowardice was almost laughable. Almost.<\/p>\n
I exhaled slowly, forcing a calm that I didn\u2019t feel. \u201cThank you for being honest,\u201d I muttered, turning away from her. I didn\u2019t wait for a response. My feet carried me down the street in a daze. My mind raced, thoughts of Cameron, the wedding, everything spinning out of control.<\/p>\n
By the time I got home, I had already made up my mind. Two could play this game.<\/p>\n
That evening, I set the table for dinner as if nothing had happened. I cooked his favorite \u2014 roasted chicken with rosemary potatoes \u2014 and made sure everything looked perfect.<\/p>\n
The scent filled the apartment, warm and comforting, masking the cold storm brewing inside me.<\/p>\n
When Cameron walked in, his usual cheerful demeanor seemed a bit off. Maybe it was guilt gnawing at him. Good. He deserved it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, babe!\u201d he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, oblivious to what was coming. \u201cSomething smells great.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust your favorite,\u201d I replied, forcing a smile as I placed the plates on the table. \u201cI thought we could have a nice night in.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat down, and for a moment, we ate in silence. I waited, watching him between bites, waiting for the perfect moment. My heart raced, but outwardly, I stayed calm. When the time felt right, I casually began the conversation I had been planning all day.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d I started, my tone light and easy, \u201cyou won\u2019t believe what happened to me today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up, raising an eyebrow. \u201cOh yeah? What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was at the supermarket with Esther,\u201d I said, setting my fork down and meeting his gaze. \u201cAnd this woman just came up to me, grabbed my hand out of nowhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cameron froze, his fork hovering mid-air. \u201cWhat?\u201d he asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. \u201cWhat did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shrugged, pretending it was no big deal. \u201cOh, she started talking about these scars I have on my legs. It was weird \u2014 she knew about them, even though I\u2019ve never met her in my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes widened slightly. \u201cThat\u2019s strange,\u201d he said, his voice a little too tight. \u201cWhat else did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you know,\u201d I continued, keeping my voice light, \u201cshe mentioned our wedding. Said some interesting things about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cameron\u2019s grip tightened on his fork. \u201cReally? What\u2026 what exactly did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled sweetly, watching him squirm. \u201cShe said you\u2019d be a super successful man and that we\u2019d have a very happy marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when he choked. Right on cue.<\/p>\n
He coughed, gasping for breath as I sat back, watching with an almost detached amusement. His face turned pale, his eyes wide with panic as he tried to recover.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetie, are you okay?\u201d I asked, doing my best to sound concerned, though inside, I was relishing every second of his discomfort.<\/p>\n
\u201cY-yeah,\u201d he sputtered, wiping his mouth. \u201cJust\u2026 unexpected.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned in slightly, dropping the playful tone. \u201cUnexpected? What\u2019s unexpected, Cam? The part about us having a happy marriage? Or the fact that you\u2019re such a coward, you couldn\u2019t even break off the engagement yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face went white as a sheet. \u201cW-what? What are you talking about, Pen?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t let him off the hook. \u201cI ran into your actress today. The one you hired to freak me out and get rid of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, Cameron just sat there, stunned, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He had no words: no explanation, no excuses. He was caught, and we both knew it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2026 how did you\u2014\u201d he stammered, but I cut him off.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you dare deny it! I know everything\u201d I kept my voice low and steady. \u201cYou really thought I wouldn\u2019t figure it out, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n
His hands trembled slightly as he set his fork down, staring at the table. \u201cPen, I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I interrupted, standing up slowly. \u201cDon\u2019t even try to explain. I\u2019m done being fooled by you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He finally looked up at me, his face a blend of guilt and desperation. \u201cI didn\u2019t know how to tell you, Pen. I thought it would be easier this way.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed \u2014 actually laughed at the absurdity of it. \u201cEasier? You thought hiring some stranger to spout nonsense about our wedding would be easier than just talking to me? We\u2019ve been together for years, Cam! And this is how you handle it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t respond. He couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I leaned in close, just enough to see the shame in his eyes. \u201cI guess I\u2019ll be the one to call off the wedding then,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
With that, I turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving him sitting there, stunned and speechless. As I closed the door behind me, the weight that had been crushing me for weeks finally lifted. The future I had envisioned with Cameron crumbled, but in its place, a new path opened \u2014 one where I no longer had to pretend.<\/p>\n
Game over, Cameron. Game over.<\/p>\n
Did you find this story exciting? Wait till you read this next one: I was just moments away from saying \u2018I do\u2019 when the church doors burst open, and my father shrieked that the WEDDING WAS OFF. What he said next shattered my heart in the blink of an eye.<\/p>\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.<\/p>\n
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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