“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.

She got into the car. She drove in silence. At every traffic light, the dream returned.

Claraara’s gaze. The warning. When she arrived at Theresa’s house, she parked a few houses away.

She walked the last few yards. The street was quiet. She rang the doorbell.

No one answered. She rang again. And then from the back of the house, she saw something.

A woman was leaving through the back door. Young blonde, wearing a red jacket—hurried. She got into a car without looking back.

Mary froze. Moments later, Theresa opened the door. “Mary, what a surprise.

Were you not coming this afternoon with Robert?”

“I wanted to talk to you alone.”

Theresa observed her with a tight smile. “Of course. Come in.

I was just preparing something to eat.”

Mary entered. The house smelled of stale coffee. Theresa led her to the dining room where a folder with papers lay open on the table.

“I am reviewing the paperwork for the event hall,” she said. But what Mary did not know was that the folder had nothing to do with the wedding. While Theresa went to the kitchen, Mary took a quick look.

Names, lists, addresses, and a title. Single property owners. A chill ran down her body.

Then she understood. The woman who left through the back door was not just any visitor. And Theresa was not just an intrusive mother-in-law.

Mary swallowed. Her heart pounded in her chest. And there, in that house where everything seemed orderly and quiet, her life began to crumble.

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