At this moment, my wife Wendy stood beside me with red eyes. She comforted me, saying, “I am sorry for your loss. I didn’t expect that Wendy would…” As I watched Stacy’s body being pushed in, I forced down my grief and pretended that Stacy’s body was in fact my wife’s. Stacy’s face was pale, with no sign of life left. She and Wendy were twins, and no one noticed that Wendy had secretly switched identities with her. I wiped my tears and said calmly, “Arrange the cremation. Let Wendy leave with dignity.” Wendy immediately agreed. She looked even more anxious than I was. She started pushing the body toward the cremation chamber. Right then, the crescent-shaped birthmark on her left arm was exposed. In my previous life, that birthmark was how I recognized her. This time, I pretended not to see it. In my previous life, Wendy and Stacy had gone out of town to inspect a new project. On the way back, Stacy got into a car accident and died on the spot. Wendy chose to liv
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