“Cancel Your Wedding!” My Late 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, Heart Pounding.
When I Stepped Inside… I Froze. What I Saw CHANGED EVERYTHING. “CANCEL YOUR WEDDING!” My Late Grandma Warned Me.
I Went To His Mom’s House… And Finally Understood
“Cancel your wedding!” my late grandma warned me. I went to his mom’s house… and finally understood. The night before, I had dreamed of her—calm, glowing, begging me not to marry Robert.
When I followed her warning, I found a blonde woman sneaking out the back door and a folder on the table labeled Single Property Owners. Inside were names of women—each with assets, each marked “sold.” Then I saw the photos: Robert and the same woman, married a year ago. My heart dropped.
He wasn’t a fiancé. He was a con artist. With the help of other victims and a detective, we exposed his web of deception and lies.
My grandmother saved me from becoming the next name on his list. Sometimes, love’s warnings come from beyond the grave. Cancel your wedding immediately.
Get up in the morning and go to your mother-in-law’s house and you will see everything. My deceased grandmother told me that in a dream the day before my wedding, and when I arrived at my mother-in-law’s house, I was paralyzed when I saw that. But before I continue, tell me in the comments: what city are you listening to me from?
I would love to know how far my story has reached. Mary Adams was 30 years old. She was wearing soft fabric pants and a shapeless cotton t-shirt, one of those she wore when she did not need to prove anything to anyone.
She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, her face still damp from the shower steam. In the reflection, she saw the usual large eyes, mascara eyelashes, black hair pulled back hap-hazardly. What she did not see—what she felt—was an anxiety that was not entirely explained.
The calendar hanging on the hallway wall marked that there were exactly 21 days left until her wedding, a dream wedding, a dress already bought, invitations sent, everything ready, everything decided. But in her chest that morning, something did not feel right. She opened the window.
The January air rushed in. She lived in a residential area in the upper part of the city, like a nice neighborhood in Chicago, where the mornings were cooler and the neighbors barely greeted each other. She liked the silence of her apartment, although sometimes, like today, she felt that silence was also taking its toll.
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