It's in the Cards のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

And with that, Dean hung up.When I got home, however, there was no one else around—only an utter mess in the bedroom, with a box of empty condoms.I felt utterly sick and quickly collected all my personal documents and credentials.Anything else didn't matter—it was all filth now.Still, Dean just happened to return, and leaned in for a kiss.When I turned my face away, he snorted and reached for my nape, speaking like he was talking about the weather, "Still jealous, sourpuss? Luna did say you're a jinx, so the marriage registration will have to wait until next month."I stood there, feeling weary in body and soul.This was the seventeenth time in five years.The first time, Luna flashed three tarot cards, saying that marrying this day would ruin his destiny and fortune, and he promptly called it off.The second time, he never showed up, even as I waited in my wedding gown.Luna then told me I had committed too much evil, and must eat vegan the whole year to bring good fort

Luna clutched her cheek and screamed, and Dean promptly shielded her in his arms and looked at me with an eerie glare. I then felt a thud—Mrs. Stark had thrown her teacup on my head. "Apologize right now, Sue Graham!" She hollered. "Luna has always been our lucky star! That's how our family became so successful! "As for you—what have you done other than leech off my son?! Sure, you gave him some money before, but that doesn't mean we are your slaves, or have to suffer your tantrums!"I didn't wipe the blood trickling down my temples, as I kept staring at Dean. "Give me my money, or I'll sue."Dean closed his eyes and sighed in pain. "You really disappoint me, Sue. You ask for $20,000 outright, but have you considered my standpoint? Have you not thought about how hard it is to get that money? You've been a housewife too long to understand how difficult life can be."I laughed—$20,000 was difficult?Pointing at Luna's handbag, I asked, "That's new, isn't it? The official retail

Dean was released on bail pending trial, with travel restrictions imposed.He stood outside the detention center for half a minute, and took a taxi to his office… only to find the front doors sealed with white tape. Hence, he returned to our house, but his key wouldn't even fit into the doorknob.It had been changed.When he smacked the door, a stranger stepped open the wooden door, while the steel door remained shut. "Who are you? I bought this place just last week at an auction."Dean could only stand outside and call Luna.The dialing tone rang five times before it was hung up.When he tried again, a cold machine voice answered, telling him Luna's phone was turned off.He hence rushed over to her place to find her packing a suitcase.Grabbing her wrist, he growled, "Where do you think you're going?"Luna shook him off. "I can't help you even if I stay. So I'm going abroad to lay low until this blows over.""You're leaving?"Dean's eyes were red and bloodshot as he snarl

The days seemed to accelerate after my wedding, and every day was blessed with sweet happiness.Yorick set up an atelier for me in the backyard of the Queens' old mansion, surrounded by glass walls—it was filled with warmth whenever the sun rose.Yorick himself would come to give me a peck on the head before he headed to work.Then, in the evenings, he would knock three times on the window wall, mouthing the words as I looked up, "Time for dinner."We also adopted a cat we named Happy—a tiny palm-sized creature that eventually grew into a magnificent orange tabby, always waiting at the atelier door for its belly scratches.My mom herself bought a house nearby, and had grown a garden full of roses. She would cook healthy soup that she brought over every other day, and I could always hear her chatting and laughing with Mrs. Queen as they learned new recipes.One day around a year later, Yorick returned from work, and hung his coat as he went over to hug my waist.Resting his chin