Gaslit by Reality: My True Husband's Gone
Smoky Locks
When I wake up, I find out that my childhood friend, Brandon Moore, is the one lying next to me instead of my husband, Jake Watson.
Angrily, I berate Brandon for betraying his wife, Rachel Schneider. But he asks me in confusion, "Aren't you my wife? Are you rambling drunken nonsense, or are you having a fever?
"Rachel is already married and has a child of her own. Don't go around pinning the bigamy crime on me for no reason!"
I'm stunned, to say the least. Brandon and Rachel are a loving married couple, and yet here he is, telling me that they aren't married at all.
Just as I'm about to call Brandon a jerk, I raise my head to see the wedding portrait. It features me and Brandon.
Cold sweat soon rolls down my forehead. I ask Brandon tentatively, "Then… do you still remember my husband, Jake Watson?"
In the past, Brandon used to be best friends with Jake. Both families even have a betrothal pact with each other.
But Brandon angrily accuses me of cheating on him with another man. He even claims that he doesn't know Jake at all.
The thing is, Jake and I have been married for ten years. How the hell is it possible for Brandon to not know Jake at all?
Thinking that Brandon is lying to me, I show Jake's photo to my parents and everyone around me. They all tell me that they've never seen Jake before, and they even claim that Brandon is the one I've been married to for ten years.
I refuse to accept this reality, which causes me to go dazed all the time. Gradually, I go crazy overtime. Because of that, Brandon files for a divorce from me. My parents soon admit me into a mental hospital.
After dying a terrible death from the electric therapy, I open my eyes to see that I've returned to the day Brandon becomes my husband.