Imagine falling asleep next to your wife, safe and warm in your own bed. But when you wake up, everything is wrong. The room is unfamiliar, the bed too soft, and worst of all—you’re not alone. Lying next to you is not Rachel, your wife, but her best friend, Chloe. Your heart pounds as you try to make sense of the impossible.
Panic sets in. You sit up, scanning the room for answers. The walls are painted a soft blue, and there’s a distinct floral scent in the air—none of this belongs to you. Your breath catches when your eyes land on the bedside table. There, in a delicate silver frame, is a wedding photo. But it’s not of you and Rachel. It’s you and Chloe, smiling as if this has always been your life.
You scramble out of bed, pulse racing. Your phone is nowhere to be found. Fighting the rising terror, you rush to the mirror, half-expecting to see a different man staring back. But it’s you—same face, same features. The only thing different is the reality you’ve woken up to.