“Cancel Your Wedding!” My Grandma Told Me In A Dream The Night Before My Big Day. “Wake Up Early And Go To Your Mother-In-Law’s House. You’ll See Everything.” I Drove There At Dawn, Pulse Racing. When I Stepped Inside… I Stopped Cold. What I Saw Shifted Everything.

He walked in with a smile, as if nothing were wrong. He was carrying a bag with Chinese food and a bottle of wine. “Honey, look what I bought—your favorite.”

He put the bag on the table, took off his jacket.

“How was the meeting with my mom?”

Mary looked up. “Why did you not tell me you were married?”

Robert froze. The silence became thick.

Then he lowered his gaze. He ran his hand over his face. He sat down across from her.

“What did my mom tell you?”

“I saw the photos.”

“Ah.”

“Did you marry that woman?”

“It was complicated.”

“And why did you not tell me?”

“Because it does not matter.”

“It does not matter. “Mary, listen to me. It was a mistake.

Something that happened very quickly. It lasted less than 6 months. She was unstable.”

“Did you meet her at a bank, too?”

Robert did not answer.

“Did you ask her to sell her house, too?”

His gaze changed. For the first time, he seemed annoyed. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw a folder at your mother’s house.

A list of women with properties, all single. What is that?”

“You have no right to meddle in our business.”

“In our business? “Is that what you call preparing a wedding?

“Lower your tone. Answer me, Robert.”

“I have nothing to explain.”

He got up. He took his jacket.

He looked at Mary with an expression she had never seen. Cold. Distant.

“Not everyone has a clean past, Mary. But you are not perfect either. “Or are you?”

“I am not talking about perfection.

I am talking about lies.”

“Then keep your doubts. “I do not have to justify myself.”

He left the apartment, slamming the door. Mary was left alone with the photos on the table and a hollow feeling in her stomach that was not hunger.

Her world was falling apart and she no longer knew which part to pick up first. She could not sleep that night, not because she missed Robert, but because deep down she felt that the nightmare was just beginning—and her grandmother’s dream, far from being an exaggerated warning, was starting to look too much like a fulfilled prophecy. Mary spent the whole night awake.

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her breathing shallow, and her mind spinning in circles without rest. The images assaulted her like lightning flashes: the blonde woman leaving through the back of the house, the folder with names and properties, the photo album with a previous wedding, Robert’s cold reaction. She did not know if she felt rage, fear, or shame.

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