Chapter 3The Girl Who Stole Luck

In the waiting lounge, I scrolled through my phone.

Mark had posted a photo on his Moment (social media feed).

It was him and Emily on a trip together. They looked intimate, more like a couple than friends.

I stared at the photo, feeling a wave of detachment.

We started dating a year ago. A classmate dragged me to a fortune teller, and Mark and Emily tagged along.

They heard my birth date and the fortune teller's praise. After that, Mark pursued me relentlessly.

I didn't understand then. Now I know he was chasing my luck, not me.

He wanted me for Emily's sake.

I smirked and turned off my phone.

When I landed, a company car was waiting.

They had arranged housing for me in a secure compound. Seeing the patrols, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't felt in two lifetimes.

After settling in, my new boss told me to take a few days to adjust before starting next week.

I went straight to bed, exhausted.

I slept like the dead until my phone rang.

It was Mark.

"Sarah! Come to the hospital, quick!" his voice was frantic.

"What?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Emily and I got into a car accident! We're at the hospital. Come now!"

"Mark, I can't," I said calmly. "I got a job. I've already left the city."

"What?!" Mark roared. "You didn't even have an interview! How could you have a job?"

"And I saw you yesterday! I know you're just jealous because I'm with Emily!"

"Sarah, stop being childish and get over here!"

I laughed softly. "Mark, I really did get a job. Also, I realized you care way more about Emily than me."

"So, Mark, we're breaking up."

I hung up before he could respond.

It was over.

Now, the bad luck was all theirs. My luck was back where it belonged.

He called again. I frowned and turned off my phone.

Finally, a good night's sleep.