I fell asleep next to my wife, safe and warm in my own bed. But when I woke up, everything was wrong. The room was unfamiliar, the bed too soft, and worst of all—I wasn’t alone. Lying next to me was not Rachel, my wife, but her best friend, Chloe. My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of the impossible.
Panic set in. I sat up, scanning the room for answers. The walls were painted a soft blue, and there was a distinct floral scent in the air—none of this belonged to me. My breath caught when my eyes landed on the bedside table. There, in a delicate silver frame, was a wedding photo. But it wasn’t of me and Rachel. It was me and Chloe, smiling as if this had always been my life.
I scrambled out of bed, my pulse racing. My phone was nowhere to be found. Fighting the rising terror, I rushed to the mirror, half-expecting to see a different man staring back. But it was me—same face, same features. The only thing different was the reality I had woken up to.