I’m a Fortune Teller, Can’t Read My Fate

Chapter 4

After the crowd dispersed, Eve carried a bowl of rice in and set it on the table. "Angela, don't be upset. Have something to eat."

I lifted my gaze, and I froze.

My eyes fell on the jade bracelet on her wrist, and all the blood in my body turned cold.

That was the coming-of-age gift my mother gave me. I had worn it ever since I first came to this village; even the year I was almost swept away by the flood, I clutched it tight in my hand the whole time.

Later, Jason offered to keep it safe for me. He said he would put it on my wrist himself during our wedding.

Why was it on her wrist now?

I jumped to my feet, stepped forward and grabbed Eve's hand, "This is mine. Give it back to me."

Eve stepped back. "Jason gave it to me!"

Jason heard the commotion and came in. He glanced at the bracelet on Eve's wrist and immediately understood what had happened, and said offhandedly, "Eve saw it the other day and thought it was pretty, so I gave it to her."

I glared at Jason furiously, "You knew exactly how much this means to me!"

But he just shrugged it off, "It's just a bracelet. Eve, give it back to her."

Eve pouted sulkily, pulled the bracelet roughly off her wrist, and held it out to me.

I reached out to take it, and the next second, Eve let go of it. The bracelet fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

I crouched down like a madwoman to pick up the pieces.

Eve hid behind Jason, her voice trembling with tears, "I didn't do it on purpose, Jason…"

Jason shot me a glare. "It's your fault for being so harsh, and that scared Eve, that's why she dropped it. Are you happy now?"

With that, he wrapped his arm around Eve in a protective posture and walked out the door, as if he was terrified I would hurt her.

As they passed me, Eve's stepped on my hand with her small leather shoes and ground hard into it.

Once the two of them were gone, a wave of belated pain came surging up.

I lowered my head and saw that my hand had been lacerated by the jade bracelet fragments, bleeding non-stop.

But somehow, I felt that the physical pain didn't even amount to a fraction of the ache in my heart.

When Jason came back, his attitude shifted, "What are you doing packing your things?"

I paused in silence for a moment, "I want to…"

Before I could finish my sentence, Jason's phone rang. He held up a hand to cut me off mid-sentence and answered the call.

A moment later he hung up, quickly throwing on his clothes, "Eve has a stomachache, I'm going over to check on her. We can talk about whatever this is later."

With that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

I wanted to say, "I want to go home and get married," but the words died in my throat.

I stared blankly at Jason's fading silhouette, when a car horn blared and pulled me out of my trance.

I dragged my suitcase out of the house and stopped in front of a black sedan.

A man I didn't know got out of the car and took the luggage from my hand. "Get in. I'll take you home."

I nodded and got in the car. The familiar scenery outside the window blurred past as we drove.

For the first time, I could actually feel that I was really leaving this place for good.

Oddly enough, I did not feel even a shred of reluctance.