I remember that day like it was yesterday. The autumn sun lit up the golden leaves, and as I sat in my cozy living room, light sparkled off the engagement ring on my finger. At 46, I had finally found love—something I thought would never happen. After years of heartbreak and blaming myself for the past, I’d nearly given up.
I used to believe love wasn’t in the stars for me, diving deep into astrology to make sense of it. But Larry changed everything. He was kind and loving, and for the first time, I felt peace.
That day, I was meeting my best friend, Cynthia, at the local fair. She had always been by my side through life’s ups and downs. Though happy for me, I sensed some sadness in her—she was still healing from her own heartbreak. Still, we laughed, rode the Ferris wheel, and enjoyed the fair like old times.
Then we stumbled upon a fortune teller’s tent. I hesitated, but Cynthia pulled me in. Her reading was warm, but when it was my turn, the mood shifted. The fortune teller looked into my eyes and warned: “Take off the ring. Run from the man who gave it to you.”
Her words shook me. Cynthia believed her instantly and said I should too. I went home in a daze, torn between fear and love. But when I saw Larry waiting with a homemade dinner and his gentle smile, I knew I couldn’t let superstition steal my happiness.
I told him everything, and he held me close, reassuring me with love. I felt whole again—until the next day, when Cynthia came to my door furious. She confessed she had paid the fortune teller to scare me away from Larry, hoping we’d return to the way things were—just the two of us.
In that moment, I saw her true intentions. “No,” I said, and closed the door.
Sitting beside Larry, I realized I didn’t need predictions or signs. I already knew my future—and it was with him.
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