{"id":88647,"date":"2024-12-07T09:39:54","date_gmt":"2024-12-07T02:39:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/levanews.com\/?p=44076"},"modified":"2024-12-07T09:40:12","modified_gmt":"2024-12-07T02:40:12","slug":"hours-before-my-wedding-a-strange-elderly-woman-approached-me-and-asked-to-read-my-palm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/hours-before-my-wedding-a-strange-elderly-woman-approached-me-and-asked-to-read-my-palm\/","title":{"rendered":"Hours Before My Wedding, a Strange Elderly Woman Approached Me and Asked to Read My Palm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>On the morning of Claire and David&rsquo;s wedding, an unexpected visitor\u2014a mysterious elderly woman\u2014appeared in Claire&rsquo;s driveway, offering to read her palm. Claire, skeptical of such things, was hesitant. But when the woman began revealing details that were eerily accurate, Claire couldn\u2019t help but listen.\n<p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' wp-image-44085 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/Anh-thumbnail-bai-dang-web-4-37-1.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"970\"' height='\"507\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>The morning was everything I had dreamed of\u2014busy, chaotic, and brimming with excitement. My bridesmaids were about to arrive, and we had plans for a charcuterie board lunch paired with champagne. My dress hung elegantly in its garment bag, waiting for the evening\u2019s ceremony. I was marrying David, my best friend and the man who made me believe in forever.\n</p><p>Our wedding was unique. It wasn\u2019t a traditional ceremony in a chapel but an evening affair on a yacht. We had the whole day to prepare for what I believed would be the happiest day of my life.\n</p><p>At least, that\u2019s what I thought.\n</p><p>Stepping outside to meet the deliveryman with my bouquet, I saw her. An old woman, standing near the pathway cutting through the front yard. Her appearance was disheveled\u2014her wild gray hair framed a face weathered by time, and her clothes were worn and unwashed. Yet, her piercing eyes held a calmness that unnerved me.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44084 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462570419_602714605529582_8121938770997303726_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cChild,\u201d she called softly but firmly. \u201cCome closer.\u201d\n</p><p>Something in her tone made me hesitate. Every instinct told me to ignore her, but curiosity compelled me forward. Perhaps she needed help\u2014a meal, maybe some tea. It was my wedding day, after all; how could I turn her away?\n</p><p>\u201cLet me see your hand,\u201d she said, extending hers. \u201cI\u2019ll read your palm. The lines tell the truth, Child.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I replied, smiling politely. \u201cI don\u2019t believe in that sort of thing.\u201d\n</p><p>Her faint smile didn\u2019t waver. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to believe. Just listen.\u201d\n</p><p>Before I could respond, she gently grasped my hand. Her touch was firm, surprisingly strong for someone so frail.\n</p><p>\u201cThe man you\u2019re about to marry,\u201d she began, her voice deliberate as she traced the lines on my palm.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44083 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462585778_605343238509165_5274823821973333562_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cWhat about him?\u201d I asked, my curiosity piqued.\n</p><p>\u201cHe has a birthmark on his right thigh, shaped like a heart.\u201d\n</p><p>I froze. No one else knew about that\u2014not even my closest friends. How could she possibly know?\n</p><p>\u201cAnd his mother,\u201d she continued, her gaze unwavering. \u201cShe\u2019s not part of his life, is she? She\u2019s gone. Dead.\u201d\n</p><p>I nodded, a chill creeping down my spine.\n</p><p>\u201cHow&hellip; how do you know this?\u201d\n</p><p>Her expression darkened. \u201cChild, he\u2019s hiding something. If you want the truth, look inside the stuffed rabbit he keeps in his closet.\u201d\n</p><p>I stumbled back, pulling my hand away. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cTrust your instincts,\u201d she said calmly. \u201cAnd remember, love built on lies will crumble.\u201d\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44082 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462562786_1265582371425653_7972312418177298146_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>At that moment, the deliveryman arrived with my bouquet. Grabbing it hastily, I hurried back inside, shutting the door behind me. Her words echoed in my mind.\n</p><p>The stuffed rabbit.\n</p><p>David had mentioned it once\u2014a childhood toy his late mother had given him. He kept it in his closet as a reminder of her.\n</p><p>Without hesitation, I grabbed my keys. I sent a quick text to my bridesmaids:\n</p><p><em>Running a quick errand. Will let you know when I\u2019m back.\n<p>At David\u2019s house, I opened the closet and pulled out the rabbit. Its worn gray fur looked ordinary, but then I noticed a small zipper on its back. My heart raced as I opened it, revealing folded papers inside.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44081 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462578143_3835593796714943_2930402983706403256_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>The first note read:\n</p><p><em>Son, why are you ashamed of me? Please don\u2019t abandon me. I love you.\n<p>The second:\n</p><p><em>I\u2019ve been calling for weeks. Why won\u2019t you answer, David?\n<p>And the third:\n</p><p><em>Please, let me see you just once. I need to know you\u2019re okay.\n<p>The air felt heavy as the realization sank in. David\u2019s mother wasn\u2019t dead. She was alive and had been desperately trying to reach him.\n</p><p>Why would he lie about something so fundamental? Was it shame? Fear?\n</p><p>I called him, my hands trembling.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44080 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462583143_442398728907146_5172355612063259595_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cHey, Claire,\u201d he answered cheerfully. \u201cWhat\u2019s up? No cold feet, right?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cDavid,\u201d I said firmly, \u201cyou need to come home. Now.\u201d\n</p><p>When he arrived, worry etched his face. His eyes darted to the stuffed rabbit I clutched.\n</p><p>\u201cExplain this,\u201d I said, holding up the notes.\n</p><p>His face turned pale. Slowly, he sat down, burying his face in his hands.\n</p><p>\u201cIt\u2019s complicated,\u201d he murmured.\n</p><p>\u201cComplicated? You lied to me about your mother! You told me she was dead!\u201d\n</p><p>Tears welled in his eyes. \u201cMy dad&hellip; after the divorce, he made me choose. He said she wasn\u2019t good enough\u2014that she was a mess, barely holding down jobs. He told me I\u2019d have a better life without her. I didn\u2019t know any better\u2014I was just a kid.\u201d\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44079 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462547814_1509712859706428_1657046366471798599_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cAnd now? You\u2019re not a kid anymore! She\u2019s been trying to reach you, David. These notes are proof. How could you ignore her?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI know,\u201d he said, his voice breaking. \u201cI was ashamed. I didn\u2019t know how to face her.\u201d\n</p><p>I shook my head, my heart heavy. \u201cHow can I marry someone I can\u2019t trust?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cPlease, Claire,\u201d he pleaded. \u201cI\u2019ll fix it. I\u2019ll go to her, apologize, make things right. Just don\u2019t leave me.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cGo,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cFind her. Until you do, I can\u2019t marry you.\u201d\n</p><p>The wedding was canceled. Hours later, David returned. His tear-streaked face looked lighter, relieved.\n</p><p>\u201cI found her,\u201d he said softly. \u201cI apologized. She forgave me.\u201d\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-44078 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/462579144_1090386115903733_7594640202483120145_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>Stepping aside, he revealed the old woman\u2014the one who had appeared that morning. Her eyes, once piercing, now brimmed with tears.\n</p><p>\u201cClaire,\u201d David said, his voice trembling. \u201cThis is my mother.\u201d\n</p><p>Her presence spoke volumes. She had risked everything to warn me, to push David toward the truth.\n</p><p>\u201cThank you,\u201d I whispered, embracing her.\n</p><p>David and I didn\u2019t marry that day. But over the following months, he worked tirelessly to rebuild his relationship with his mother. When we finally wed, it was a small, intimate ceremony\u2014with her by our side.\n</p><p>Love isn\u2019t about perfect beginnings. It\u2019s about finding the truth\u2014and holding onto the people who matter most.\n</p><p>What would you have done?\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>On the morning of Claire and David&rsquo;s wedding, an unexpected visitor\u2014a mysterious elderly woman\u2014appeared in Claire&rsquo;s driveway, offering to read her palm. Claire, skeptical of such things, was hesitant. But when the woman began revealing details that were eerily accurate, Claire couldn\u2019t help but listen. 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