Last night was my breaking point. It was supposed to be my final night.
But I didn't wake up in hell. Heaven was never an option either. Instead, I woke up surrounded by the softest bed sheets I've ever felt. The wooden door, imported marble tiles, and brass chandelier casting a soft, warm glow over the room were nothing like what I see in my reality.
No, this isn't hell. It's worse than hell.
Because last night, it was 2024. Today, I woke up and it's.. 1952.
And somehow, I am someone's wife.
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