Hours Before My Wedding, an Elderly Stranger Approached Me and Asked to Read My Palm.

On Claire and David’s wedding day, a mysterious old woman appeared at the driveway entrance, offering to read Claire’s palm. Skeptical of such practices, Claire dismissed her—until the woman revealed details that were too precise to ignore.

The morning of my wedding was everything I had dreamed of. It was chaotic, buzzing with excitement, and filled with love. My bridesmaids were due to arrive soon, and we had planned a celebratory lunch together.

My dress hung neatly in its garment bag, waiting for the evening. I was marrying David—my best friend and the man who made me believe in forever. We were getting married on a yacht at night, which gave us the entire day to prepare.

I stepped outside to meet the delivery driver bringing my bouquet, hoping it would arrive fresh and perfect. As I walked toward the driveway, I noticed an elderly woman standing near the path through the front garden. She had weathered skin, wild gray hair, and tattered clothing, but her piercing eyes held an unsettling calmness.

“Child,” she called softly, “come closer.”

I hesitated. Every instinct told me to go back inside, but something in her gaze held me. Against my better judgment, I approached her.

“Let me see your hand,” she said. “I want to read your palm.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I don’t believe in that.”

“You don’t have to believe,” she replied. “You only need to listen.”

Before I could respond, she gently took my hand. Her grip was stronger than I expected.

“The man you’re about to marry,” she began, “has a heart-shaped birthmark on his right thigh, doesn’t he?”

I froze. My stomach tightened. I hadn’t told anyone about David’s birthmark.

“And his mother,” she continued, “she isn’t alive, is she?”

I nodded slowly, a chill running down my spine.

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“Child, he’s going to ruin your life,” she said. “If you want to know the truth, look inside the stuffed rabbit he keeps in the closet.”

I stumbled back and pulled my hand away.

“What are you talking about?”

“Trust your instincts,” she said. “Love built on lies will crumble.”

Just then, the delivery driver arrived with my bouquet. I grabbed it and rushed back inside, locking the door behind me. My heart was pounding.

David had told me about the rabbit once, a toy his mother gave him before she passed. He kept it hidden in his closet. I had never thought much about it—until now.

I quickly sent a message to my bridesmaids, telling them I’d be a bit late, then headed to David’s closet. There it was—the old rabbit. Its fur was faded, and I noticed a zipper on its back.

My hands trembled as I unzipped it and found folded notes inside.

The first read: “Son, why are you ashamed of me? I love you.”

The second: “I’ve been calling for weeks. Why won’t you answer?”

The third: “Please let me see you just once.”

My legs gave out as I sank to the floor. David’s mother wasn’t dead. She was alive and trying desperately to reach him. How could he have lied about something so fundamental?

I grabbed my phone and called him. “David, you need to come home now.”

When he arrived, he looked confused. “Claire, what’s going on? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony!”

I held up the notes. “Explain this.”

His face turned pale. Slowly, he sat down, burying his face in his hands.

“My father made me choose between them after the divorce,” he finally said. “He told me she wasn’t good enough, that I’d have a better life without her. I didn’t know any better. I was just a kid.”

“And now?” I asked. “You’re not a kid anymore. She’s been begging to see you. How could you ignore her?”

Tears filled his eyes. “I was ashamed. I didn’t know how to fix it.”

“You lied to me,” I said, my voice breaking. “How can I marry someone I can’t trust?”

“Please, Claire,” he begged. “I’ll make it right. I’ll go to her. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Go,” I said firmly. “Until you do, I can’t marry you.”

David kept his promise. He reconciled with his mother, and over time, they rebuilt their relationship. Only after I saw real change in him did we reschedule the wedding.

Sometimes love isn’t about perfect beginnings—it’s about finding your way back to the truth and the people who matter most.