My wife Alma returned from her weekend meditation retreat acting just slightly off, but I brushed it off as mere exhaustion. That was until I woke up, looked at her back, and saw a distinct lily-shaped birthmark that had never, in fifteen years of marriage, existed. A cold terror gripped me as I realized the woman sleeping beside me in my bed wasn’t my wife at all. When I hacked into her laptop, the live security feed of a basement cell shattered my reality forever. Alma was locked away in chains, and her unhinged identical twin sister had stolen her life, her home, and her husband.
I Slept With My Wife for Five Days Before Realizing It Wasn’t Her
