Hours Before My Wedding, a Strange Elderly Woman Approached Me and Asked to Read My Palm

On Claire and David’s wedding day, a mysterious old woman shows up on their driveway, ready to read Claire’s palm. Claire, not believing in the practice, is skeptical… until the old woman reveals details that are too accurate to be a hoax.

The morning of my wedding was everything I’d dreamed of. It was chaotic, I was buzzing with excitement, and it was filled with love. My bridesmaids would be arriving soon, and we were planning on having a charcuterie board lunch with champagne on the side.

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A charcuterie board | Source: Midjourney

My dress was hanging in its garment bag, and I was marrying David, my best friend and the man who’d made me believe in forever. Our wedding was going to be different. David and I were getting married on a yacht at night, so really, we had the entire day to get ready for the rest of our lives…

At least, that’s what I thought.

I put on my face mask and stepped outside to meet the delivery man with my bouquet. I had wanted it to be delivered at the last minute so that it would be perfect with no wilting buds.

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A woman with a face mask on | Source: Midjourney

But as I walked to the driveway, waiting for the delivery truck to come, I noticed her.

She was standing near the path that cut through my front yard. An elderly woman with weathered skin, wild gray hair, and clothes that looked as though they hadn’t been washed in weeks.

And still, despite her ragged appearance, her eyes were sharp, almost piercing. There was something unsettlingly calm about her.

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An old woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

“Child,” she called out, her voice soft but commanding. “Come closer, Child.”

I hesitated. Every instinct told me to ignore her and go back inside, but something in her gaze made me stop. Against my better judgment, I walked toward her. Maybe she was hungry. I could make her a cup of tea and a sandwich and let her go on her way.

It was my wedding day, after all. How would I send an old woman away?

A sandwich and cup of tea on a counter | Source: Midjourney

A sandwich and cup of tea on a counter | Source: Midjourney

“Let me see your hand, Child,” she said, reaching out. “I want to read your palm. Let’s see what the lines on your palm have to say. Let’s uncover their secrets.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, forcing a smile. “But I don’t really believe in that sort of thing.”

She smiled faintly.

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A woman holding her hand out | Source: Midjourney

“You don’t have to believe, my dear,” she said. “You just have to listen. Maybe something will resonate with you.”

Before I could protest, she reached out and gently took my hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone so frail. I should’ve pulled away, but I didn’t.

“The man you are about to marry,” she began, her voice low and deliberate as she traced one of the lines on my palm.

“Yes?” I asked.

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A woman holding her arm out | Source: Midjourney

“He has a mark on his right thigh? A heart-shaped birthmark, yes?”

I froze. My stomach tightened. I hadn’t told anyone about David’s birthmark. How could she possibly know?

“And his mother?” she continued, her gaze unwavering. “She wasn’t part of his life, no? She’s dead now, isn’t she?”

I nodded slowly, a chill running down my spine.

A man's birthmark | Source: Midjourney

A man’s birthmark | Source: Midjourney

“How… how do you know that?”

Her expression darkened.

“Child, he’s going to ruin your life. But you still have a choice! If you want to know the truth, look inside the stuffed rabbit he keeps in his closet.”

I stumbled back, pulling my hand free.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

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A stuffed rabbit toy | Source: Midjourney

“Trust your instincts,” she said. “And remember, love built on lies will crumble.”

I was ready to turn away, but then my bouquet came. Quickly, I picked it up from the delivery man and then hurried back into the house, slamming the door behind me. My heart pounded as her words echoed in my mind.

The stuffed rabbit.

David had told me about it once, a toy his mother gave him before she died. He kept it tucked away in his closet so that he could still have a piece of her.

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A woman looking concerned | Source: Midjourney

Quickly, I washed my face mask off and sent a text to the group my bridesmaids had created.

Running a quick errand, I’ll let you know when I’m home. Then we can celebrate!

“Okay, Claire,” I told myself. “Let’s go find a stuffed bunny.”

David was at his dad’s house getting ready. So I was alone; I could do whatever I wanted. And what I wanted was to uncover the truth.

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A woman in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

Was the old woman just talking absolute nonsense, or was there more to it?

I opened David’s closet and pulled out the rabbit. Its gray fur was worn and faded, and I noticed something I hadn’t before. A small zipper on its back.

My heart raced as I unzipped it. Inside was a bundle of folded papers.

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Pieces of paper on a bed | Source: Midjourney

Son, why are you ashamed of me? Please don’t abandon me. I love you.-Mom

I stared at the words, my chest tightening. The next note was even more heartbreaking.

I’ve been calling for weeks. Why won’t you answer, David?

And then the third:

Please, let me see you just once. I need to know you’re okay.

A woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney

My legs felt like jelly as I sank onto the floor. David’s mother wasn’t dead. She was alive. And she had been desperately trying to get to know him. But how had she been sending him these notes? Through the mailbox?

The realization hit me suddenly.

David had lied to me. About his mother. About something so fundamental, so deeply personal. My mind raced, trying to piece it all together. Why would he lie? Was it shame? Manipulation?

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A woman sitting on the floor in a nightgown | Source: Midjourney

Or something darker?

I grabbed my phone and dialed him, my fingers shaking as they touched the screen.

“Hey, Claire,” he said, his voice light. “What’s up? No cold feet, right?”

“You need to come home,” I said. “Now.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his tone.

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A woman using a phone | Source: Midjourney

“Just get here, David, please.” I hung up before he could say anything else.

When he arrived, he looked worried.

“Claire, what’s going on? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony!”

His eyes darted to my face, then to the stuffed rabbit clutched in my hands.

“Explain this,” I said, holding up the notes.

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

His face went pale. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Slowly, he sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.

“It’s complicated, Claire,” he said finally.

“Complicated? How? You told me that your mother was dead, David! You lied to me about something so huge. How is that complicated?”

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

He lifted his head, tears brimming in his eyes.

“My dad… he made me choose between them. After the divorce, he told me that she wasn’t good enough. He said that she was a mess, that she liked her beer and could only hold jobs at diners that wanted to give her a chance. He said that I’d have a better life without her. I was just a kid, Claire. I didn’t know any better.”

“And now? You’re not a kid anymore! You’ve been ignoring her since when? She’s been begging to see you. These notes are proof. Do you have any idea how cruel that is?”

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A woman working at a diner | Source: Midjourney

“I know,” he said. “I know I messed up. I’ve been so ashamed. I didn’t know how to fix it.”

I stared at him, my heart breaking but also… defeated. Who was this man?

“You lied to me. How am I supposed to marry someone I can’t trust?”

His face crumpled.

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Claire,” he said. “Don’t do this! I’ll make it right. I’ll go to her. I know where she lives. She’s in a couple’s outbuilding. I’ll apologize. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

I took a deep breath.

“Go find her, David. Make things right with her. Until you do, I can’t marry you.”

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A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

His eyes widened in panic.

“Claire…”

“No, actions speak louder than words,” I said, cutting him off. “Go.”

Hours passed, and I couldn’t focus on anything. I texted my bridesmaids group again and told them that the wedding was off. The yacht was ready, the guests were starting to arrive, and my phone buzzed incessantly with texts from my mom and bridesmaids.

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A woman sitting on a couch and texting | Source: Midjourney

Please, sort it out. The wedding is canceled. I’m okay. Don’t come home, just tell the guests and make sure everyone eats before they leave the yacht. Lots of love, girls.

All I could think about was David and the woman who had appeared like a ghost to warn me.

It was nearly evening when I heard the knock at my door. I opened it to find David standing there, his face tear-streaked and his shoulders slumped.

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Wedding guests on a yacht | Source: Midjourney

But there was something else, a sense of relief, of peace.

“I found her,” he said softly. “I apologized. She forgave me.”

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.

And then he stepped aside.

Standing behind him was the elderly woman from earlier. Her gray hair glowed in the fading light, and her eyes, those piercing, knowing eyes, were now brimming with tears.

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A woman and her son | Source: Midjourney

“Claire,” David said, his voice breaking. “This is my mother.”

The weight of her words from earlier hit me. She had risked everything to warn me, to save her son from the lies that had kept them apart. And to give me the truth before it was too late.

“Thank you,” I whispered, hugging her.

She smiled.

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A shocked woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you for giving him the chance to find his way back.”

David and I didn’t get married that day. But in the months that followed, he worked tirelessly to rebuild his relationship with his mother. And during those months, I made sure that he got his answers from his father.

“I will not have your father in my life unless he can explain why he was so ugly to your mother. She needs love and car, David. She looks more aged and worn out than anyone her age, and don’t you think that’s because of your father? He did this to her.”

“I know,” he said, handing me a cup of tea. “But what can I do? Demand to know why he’s such a horrible person?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed.

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A cup of tea on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

David, true to his word, did have a proper sit down with his father, and Alec came clean.

“I didn’t want you to choose your mother, David. I didn’t want you to be burdened with her issues, and if anything, I should have taken care of her. I asked for the divorce because I didn’t want that responsibility. And now what? She’s back and she looks like she needs so much care. It’s all my fault.”

David accepted what his father had to say, but I could see that their relationship would forever be strained.

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Two men having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

And when we did finally get married, it was a small, intimate ceremony with Estelle, David’s mother, by our side.

We had taken her for medicals and gotten her treatment for her liver. We rented out a small apartment for her, because as much as she wanted to be back in David’s life, she wasn’t used to living with people.

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

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

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When my dying mother-in-law called me late one night, I never expected her to confess a secret that would turn our lives upside down. That secret led me to a point where I had to make a difficult choice.

I’ve been married to Dawson for about ten years, and my mother-in-law never missed a chance to remind me that I wasn’t the kind of woman she wanted for her son.

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A woman talking to her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Colette is one of those people who believe in telling the truth, no matter how bitter it is. She doesn’t care if the truth will hurt her loved ones because she believes honesty comes first.

“I wanted Dawson to marry my friend’s daughter,” she told me one day when she came over to our place. “I always thought they’d make a great couple.”

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A woman speaking to her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Honestly, I wanted to tell her off, but I’m not the type to disrespect anyone. I always ignored her snide remarks, and that’s the only reason our relationship survived.

A few months ago, Colette was diagnosed with cancer, and the doctors said she didn’t have much time left. Before her diagnosis, we only saw each other at family gatherings and rarely spoke otherwise.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Man Who Is Certain Late Ex-wife Gave Birth to Only One Kid Meets Their Daughter’s Carbon Copy – Story of the Day

Henry’s daughter, Sophie, met Sandra, who looked exactly like her, at school and spent time with her. They were convinced they were twin sisters. Henry was shocked when he met Sandra and her mother and decided to find out what had happened.

Henry moved from Texas to Los Angeles when his daughter, Sophie, turned seven years old, and she was about to start second grade. “Ok, here we are. Your new school, Sophie. Are you excited?” he asked his daughter at the drop-off.

“I think so…,” Sophie responded, twirling her fingers around her skirt in nervousness. “What if no one likes me?”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“They will. You just have to be nice to everyone, and if someone is mean to you, you go the other way. No starting fights, ok?” Henry added and kissed her forehead.

Sophie waved goodbye and entered school. She located her classroom immediately, and everyone else was already inside. But all the kids’ eyes widened, and a few even gasped when they saw her. She stopped right at the door and looked around in confusion.

Her new classmates started turning their heads back and forth between her and another girl sitting at the back. She tried to get a peak and spotted a blonde head. Suddenly, one boy yelled, “It’s Sandra’s clone!”

That’s when Sophie saw the girl at the back of the classroom, and she gasped at the sight. The girl looked just like her! Sandra stood up and stared at the new girl with her mouth gaping open. “Wow! We look like twins!” she exclaimed and smiled widely.

Sophie immediately felt at ease and grinned at the girl too. “Yeah. But why? I don’t have any sisters,” she responded.

“Me neither! It’s only my mom and me,” Sandra said and jumped towards Sophie, holding her hand. “Come sit with me.”

They spent a few minutes talking, and other kids approached them too. Then the teacher, Miss Carr, came in. “I believe we have a new student today, Sophie Douglas. Come say hello,” their teacher said and suddenly gasped a small, “Oh.”

“Miss Carr, she’s just like Sandra!” one kid said as Sophie made her way to the front of the classroom.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“Hello, my name is Sophie. I love books and going to the beach with my dad. We moved here from Texas, and I’m so excited to make new friends,” the girl said and smiled at everyone. Miss Carr clapped as the rest of the class followed.

“That’s great, Sophie. And it looks like you have a twin in our class. That’s so cool! You can go sit down now. Ok, today we’re going to learn about frogs…” Miss Carr started her lesson immediately.

Sophie and Sandra played throughout the day with all of Sandra’s friends. They bonded faster than anyone could’ve imagined. When school ended, Sophie told her dad everything about Sandra and how they looked the same.

After hearing all about her new friend all week, Henry was curious to see her and decided to call Sandra’s mom to talk about things. They arranged a playdate and decided to meet up at McDonald’s a few days after Sophie’s first day at her new school. When Sandra and her mother, Wendy, walked in, Henry’s jaw went slack. He couldn’t believe her daughter had not been exaggerating.

The woman also gasped after seeing Sophie. “Oh my God. Hi! You must be Sophie. Sandra has been talking to me about you all this week. You really do look like twins!” Wendy exclaimed with a big smile. The girls went to the playground, and the adults could finally speak.

“Hello, I’m Henry. It’s nice to meet you,” Henry said, shaking Wendy’s hand. They sat down at one of the booths and talked some more.

She repeated the sentiment. “Wow, I just can’t believe it. I’ve read of counterparts, but this has to be something else,” Wendy commented as they watched the girls playing.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Sandra doesn’t know this yet, but I adopted her. Is Sophie yours biologically?”

“Yes. I mean, my ex-wife, Irene, discovered she was pregnant after we separated and had her. We co-parented, but she died a year ago, and so now, I have full custody. I was worried for Sophie, you know,” Henry blabbered. “She just lost her mother, and I had to move here for work. It’s too much change. But Sandra has been a godsend. Sophie has been smiling all week and talking about everything they have in common. I can’t thank your daughter enough.”

“Where did you move from?”

“Texas. We lived in Dallas,” Henry replied.

“Hmmm…,” Wendy hummed and placed her chin on her hand.

“What?” Henry wondered, frowning at the woman.

“I’m reluctant to say this. But I believe Sandra was born in Texas too,” Wendy revealed, wetting her lips with her tongue in hesitancy. “I’ll have to recheck her birth certificate. But is there any chance your late ex-wife had twins?”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“I don’t… I wasn’t there with her because of business. But no. It can’t be. I returned a week after she gave birth. She had already left the hospital, and I met Sophie in her home. So, there’s no way this could happen,” Henry replied, his eyes blinking fast, trying to think.

“Were you and her in a good place at the time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if she felt like you wouldn’t be around, maybe she thought having two kids was too much,” Wendy suggested as carefully as she could.

“So, you’re saying she might have given one kid up and kept the other?” Henry asked, still not believing that Irene would’ve given one of their children up for adoption. “We were not good together, and that’s why we broke up. But this is just… ugh… I don’t know what else to say.”

“Is there any way we could find out?” Wendy wondered once again.

“I guess I could call the hospital, and we could check things…,” Henry mumbled, still in shock and running his fingers through his hair. Just then, the girls came back and said they were hungry, so this conversation would have to continue another day.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

A few days later, he took Sophie to stay at Wendy’s house and traveled back to Texas. He talked to hospital staff and asked around as much as possible. Finally, one kind nurse took pity on him and discovered Irene had given birth to two babies.

Unfortunately, Henry would never know why she made the tough decision to give one baby up, but he suspected it was his fault.

I left her alone to give birth, and I wasn’t there for most of her pregnancy. This is my doing. She probably knew she was having twins and didn’t tell me.

But there was nothing he could do about the past now. He could only go forward and try to make amends. When he returned, he and Wendy got a DNA test for Sandra, confirming their suspicions. But Henry made it clear that Wendy was the girl’s mother. He would never try to separate them.

The adults sat down with the girls and told them everything as best they could, which meant explaining to Sandra that she was adopted. But the twins cheered in delight and hugged each other, chanting, “We’re sisters! We’re sisters!”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

Henry and Wendy could only laugh at them, glad that they were so happy. They had to navigate this tricky situation because Henry wanted to be a father to Sandra, but Wendy didn’t know how she would fit into Sophie’s life.

In the end, they decided to co-parent as if they both were their legal parents, and it turned out amazingly. The girls transitioned into this new normal better than they did, and it was perfect.

One night, Sophie said something that shocked Henry. “Dad, why don’t you marry Wendy? Then she could be my mom too.”

“Oh honey, that’s complicated. Wendy and I are just good friends,” he responded.

“I’ll never forget my mom. But I like her. I think she could be good for you too,” Sophie insisted.

Henry smiled. “We’ll see.”

But it was like his daughter predicted the future. Eventually, he and Wendy started dating. They got married when the girls turned 12, and they were both bridesmaids.

What can we learn from this story?

  • You can’t change the past. Henry learned the hard way that you can’t change the past; only make up for your mistakes and look forward to the future.
  • Some things happen for a reason. Henry and Sophie moved to Los Angeles, only to find Sandra and Wendy. It seems like more than just a coincidence.

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