Tarot Gone Wrong

The heavy sound of the shower echoed through the apartment as I pushed the front door open. Nate was in the bathroom. His laptop sat open on the coffee table, the screen still glowing brightly in the dim living room. An open messaging app immediately caught my eye. The text at the top read: Luna the Mystic. The newest message hit me like a physical blow. [Your reading topic for today: Is there still a chance for you and the one who got away?] My heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, my fingers brushed the trackpad, scrolling up to read the rest of the conversation. The psychic had asked Nate to describe the person he wanted a reading on. ""She is the woman I have loved and desperately wanted for seven years. Now, right before I get married, she moved back to the States."" Every drop of blood in my body turned to ice. Seven years. Nate and I had been together for exactly seven years. And we were supposed to get married next month.