«The wife of a wealthy man, suspecting her husband of infidelity, decided to visit a fortune-teller. What happened next was truly unexpected…»
Evgenia and her best friend, Inna, had been sitting in the corner of a small café for over an hour. Both had their eyes glued to the window, sipping their now lukewarm coffee as they waited for something—or someone—to appear. Evgenia, fidgeting with her spoon, finally broke the silence.
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“Inna, this is pointless. I’ve been staring out this window long enough, and there’s nothing to see. I think you’re mistaken—Artem isn’t like that. We’ve been married for years. Sure, he’s not perfect, but cheating? No way. Let’s go before people start thinking we’re crazy.”
Inna, however, was steadfast. “Just wait a bit longer. Ten minutes, that’s all I ask. I know what I saw, Gen. I’ve seen him with that woman—she’s not just a coworker. Trust me, she’s his mistress. Look, there they are now!”
Evgenia leaned closer to the window, and her heart dropped. There was her husband, Artem, stepping out of his office building hand-in-hand with a young, glamorous woman. He kissed her gently on the cheek, opened the car door for her, and helped her inside, radiating pride and affection.
The scene hit Evgenia like a blow to the chest. She gasped, clutching the edge of the table, as tears welled up in her eyes. Inna quickly handed her a napkin and a glass of water.
“Gen, are you okay? I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you needed to know.”
Evgenia took a shaky sip of water and forced a weak smile. “I’m fine,” she lied. “Maybe she’s just a colleague or a client. It could be nothing. Besides, I need to get home—Artem will be expecting dinner.”
Inna shook her head in frustration. “You’re in denial, Gen. Fine, if you won’t believe me, let’s go see a fortune-teller. She’ll confirm everything. The woman’s a legend—everyone says she’s never wrong.”
Evgenia laughed bitterly. “Fortune-tellers? Really? I don’t believe in that nonsense. But if it’ll make you stop, let’s go. At least it’ll be entertaining.”
Moments later, they stood in a modest apartment. Evgenia had expected mystical theatrics—candles, tarot cards, and incense. Instead, an ordinary elderly woman greeted them with a kind smile, leading them into a cozy kitchen. She gestured for Evgenia to sit, took her hand, and quietly traced the lines on her palm.
“You’ve carried a heavy burden,” the fortune-teller said softly. “You’ve endured sorrow and betrayal, but your strength has kept you standing. Don’t despair over your husband—he’s not your destiny. Tonight, a stranger will cross your path, and when you let him in, your life will change forever.”
Evgenia smirked, barely hiding her disbelief. She thanked the woman, handed her a token of gratitude, and left, thinking, What a load of rubbish. People believe this nonsense?
Later that evening, as heavy rain pounded against the windows, Evgenia sat alone at the dinner table. Artem still hadn’t come home. She felt a wave of loneliness wash over her. Her thoughts drifted back to the fortune-teller’s words, and she shook her head. “Ridiculous,” she muttered.
Suddenly, a movement outside caught her eye. A man in a tattered coat was huddled on the bench near their house, drenched and shivering. He looked utterly defeated. Compassion swelled within her. Without thinking, she grabbed an umbrella and ran outside.
“Sir,” she called, “please, come inside. You’ll catch your death out here.”
The man hesitated but eventually followed her. As they stepped into the hallway, he removed his hood, revealing a gaunt, familiar face. Evgenia gasped. “Matvey? Is that you? It’s me, Zhenya—your classmate!”
The man blinked in confusion. “I don’t remember… I lost my memory after an accident. I’ve been wandering ever since.”
Before Evgenia could respond, the door swung open, and Artem stormed in. He froze, glaring at the stranger. “What’s this? Who is this man, Zhenya?”
Evgenia tried to explain, but Artem’s anger boiled over. “I can’t believe this! While I’m working, you’re bringing strange men into our home? This is disgusting!” He grabbed his suitcase and stormed out, shouting, “We’re done!”
Stunned, Evgenia turned to Matvey, who was visibly uncomfortable. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “You’re not to blame for this mess.”
Matvey shook his head. “I’ll leave. I’ve caused enough trouble.”
As he stepped outside, Evgenia watched him slump onto the bench in the rain, shivering. Her heart ached. Ignoring her anger and grief, she ran after him.
“Come back inside,” she said firmly. “I won’t let you suffer out here.”
Over the next few days, Matvey fell seriously ill. Evgenia cared for him tirelessly, calling on her friend Inna for help. Together, they nursed him back to health. As Matvey recovered, bits of his memory returned. He told Evgenia how he’d been attacked by hitchhikers who stole his car and left him for dead. Despite his ordeal, he expressed gratitude for her kindness.
In time, Matvey revealed a long-held secret: he’d loved Evgenia since they were kids but had been too shy to tell her. Evgenia, deeply moved, found herself drawn to him in ways she hadn’t expected.
Months passed, and their bond grew stronger. Matvey supported Evgenia through her divorce and the gossip that followed. Eventually, he proposed, and she accepted. They married in a quiet ceremony, determined to build a life filled with love and trust.
One day, Evgenia discovered she was pregnant. Against all odds, she and Matvey welcomed a healthy baby boy into their lives—a child they named Bogdan, meaning “gift from God.”
As Evgenia held her son, she remembered the fortune-teller’s words. She smiled softly, finally understanding. “Sometimes,” she thought, “you have to let fate in to find your true happiness.”