I met my husband in college, and we clicked right away. Years later, at our wedding, he met my old friend Anna, who’s a bit of a psychic and only visits from NYC now and then. A couple of years passed, and during her last visit, she hinted that my husband might be cheating. That idea just stuck with me.
I started getting paranoid, checking on him more, even snooping through his phone. When I finally confronted him, he just laughed it off, which made me even angrier because Anna had said he’d react exactly like that.
I was so upset I asked for a divorce and moved back in with my parents. At the same time, I hired a private investigator to find out the truth. In a couple of weeks, I had a call from him: my husband was in our favorite restaurant with another woman.
So Anna was right! I rushed over there, ready to catch him red-handed. But what I saw there made me GASP. My husband was sitting with a woman who looked strikingly familiar—she was Anna.
