The Lord

Just hours before my wedding, I stepped outside to grab my bouquet from the delivery man. That’s when I saw her—an elderly woman dressed in rags, standing on the path near my house. “Child, come closer,” she called softly. “Let me see your hand. I want to tell you about your future.” I tried to brush her off, saying, “Sorry, I don’t believe in palm reading.” But her next words froze me in place. “The man you’re marrying… he has a heart-shaped birthmark on his right thigh, doesn’t he? And his mother—she’s gone, isn’t she?” I was stunned. David did have that birthmark, and his mother had passed years ago. I hadn’t told anyone those details. How could she know? Then her tone darkened. “He’s planning to ruin your life. Look inside his favorite stuffed rabbit, the one he keeps hidden in his closet. You’ll find the truth there.” My heart raced as I rushed back inside. I found the rabbit. My stomach churned as I carefully unzipped it and looked inside. “Oh my GOD! What is this?” ⬇️