Hunter's Late Love Confession

After discovering I was pregnant, Hunter began working tirelessly to provide for both me and the baby. Watching him exhaust himself broke my heart, so I decided to secretly set up a tarot reading booth at a local market under a pseudonym.

To my surprise, Hunter appeared at my booth one day, seeking a reading. He gave me my birth details, asking me to predict the fate of the child I was carrying. At first, I thought he was just being overly concerned for our future, so I assured him that our child was destined for a life of good fortune.

But his next move left me speechless. He handed me the birth details of another woman—his childhood friend, Elodie—and asked, "Can you switch our child's fate with this woman's unborn child? Make sure she never finds out."

I hesitantly calculated. Elodie's child was destined not to survive beyond three months after birth.

As usual, Hunter was waiting right on time at the factory gates, holding a rose to greet me after my shift. "Violet, how's the little one today?" he asked softly, gently caressing my belly as he handed me the rose.

Some colleagues glanced our way with envy, and I overheard snippets of their conversations. "Hunter's such a romantic, always greeting his wife with a rose," one remarked. "Violet, you're so lucky to have such a good man," another added.

I forced a bitter smile, choosing not to join the conversation. If I hadn't stumbled upon Hunter at the tarot stall, I might have believed I was the luckiest woman in the world. But things had unfolded differently, and I knew Hunter's heart was elsewhere. He was willing to alter our child's fate for someone else.

Hunter lingered a moment longer, pulling a small charm from his pocket and slipping it into a pouch, smiling as he handed it to me. "I got this from the cathedral today," he said. "The pastor said it would keep you and the baby safe."

I fought back tears as I held the pouch. "That must have been difficult to obtain," I managed to say.

He smiled warmly, hanging it from my waist. "The pastor just asked me to copy a prayer daily for a month as a sign of sincerity. Anything for you and the baby is worth it."

I laughed at myself inwardly. "You really put your heart into it."

He went on with more sweet talk, but I knew the truth. The charm wasn't from any cathedral—it was one I had prepared for him at the stall as a test to see if he truly intended to swap our child's fate with Elodie's.

I still had hope initially. After six years together, surely he wouldn't be so indifferent to our child? But reality hit me hard—he had done it and intended to keep me in the dark forever.

When I returned home, I found symbols hung around our room—exactly what I had advised him to do. Before I could