The final destiny.

Cassandra felt hopeless. She tried everything she could think of, and nothing worked.

In desperation, she swallowed half a bottle of sleeping pills, trying to get another prophetic dream.

Instead, she met an old man in her dream.

"Who are you?"

"You read my books every day and didn't even remember my name? I'm Michel de Nostredame, but people usually know me as Nostradamus."

Cassandra noticed the resemblance between the old man and the portrait in her favorite book. She jumped in joy: "You are the best seer in history. Please tell me: how can I save Helen?"

The old man shook his head: "You cannot save her."

"What do you mean?"

"Helen's fate is supposed to be different. She is destined to meet a guy named Tom, fall in love with him, and bear him three children. Each is a genius in their own right. They will invent a cure for cancer, a reactor that can give free energy for 1000 years, and an Internet with 10.000 Gbs speed. Thanks to you, that future is no more."

"But... But I didn't do anything! I didn't even want to change my own fate!"

"No, you DID want to change it. You regretted that you would never see her again. The reality bends to your will, but the fate won't. It creates another timeline in which you aren't captured, but you and Helen still never meet again."

Cassandra collapsed in despair: "Then... what can I do?"

"Taking Helen's place by marrying her husband. But remember: You are not her. You cannot give birth to geniuses like her."

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Two years later, Cassandra walked on the street, pushing a baby cart. Tom was away for business, so she had to buy groceries by herself. On the way to the supermarket, she crossed an alley. Her eyes swept over, and she had to cover her mouth to stop her scream. She saw a prostitute.

It's Helen.

But at the same time, it's not her. Except for the face, there was no trace of Cassandra's best friend in this woman.

The woman dyed her hair red and wore a shirt that read "ONCE GO BLACK, NEVER GO BACK." The shirt was swelling in the middle, showing that its wear was heavy with child. There was a Black Spade tattoo on both her shoulders. She was giving a blowjob for a black guy, a handjob for another, while the third black guy fucked her from behind. All four enjoyed this public orgy.

Cassandra turned her face away, trying not to look at her old friend. But tears ran down her face when she heard Helen's voice.

"Big black cock is the best. I'm glad that fate guided me to this."