Chapter 1

I'm a relationship tarot reader. At a party, my husband's female colleague asked me to read her love fortune. My husband suddenly became anxious, "You always talk nonsense! You'll make her cry!"

But his colleague had already drawn the tarot cards on the table.

Looking at the cards, I answered honestly:

"This man is very handsome and a high-level executive in the company, but he's already married."

The female colleague glanced at my husband, "Will we have a future together?"

My husband's breath caught for a moment.

I deliberately curled my lips:

"No, you won't. If you insist on being together, you'll end up in a terrible situation."

The once pleasant weekend gathering suddenly became tense.

The men tried to use me as a fire extinguisher, desperate for me to say something comforting:

"What's all this talk about terrible situations? How could you scare our team's lucky charm like that!"

"Sis, you're in the wrong here! Tarot cards aren't supposed to predict life and death! Quick, say something nice!"

I ignored them.

I picked up my fork and helped myself to a tender and flavorful pork rib.

Today was my third wedding anniversary with Jack.

I had been preparing this meal, including these ribs, since 1 PM. I even started the soup three hours in advance.

He had promised me a week ago that he would set aside the whole day to celebrate our anniversary.

I waited for him to come home with excitement.

When he opened the door,

He brought his noisy project team members home with him.

Our promised anniversary celebration turned into his team's success party.