[Urban Fantasy + Identity Replacement + Comeback and Face-Slapping + Regretful Ex-Wife + No System]
I delivered takeout to my own home.
My wife opened the door.
Another me was standing behind her.
The same face, the same voice, even the mole on his neck was identical.
Thinking my wife had been deceived, I reached out to pull her toward me.
But she hid behind that man and called the police:
"Officer, it's him! He's been stalking us for six months!"
I showed them my ID, but the police said something was wrong with it.
I called my parents, but they clung to that man and called him their son.
The house was his, the bank cards were his, and he even knew the secrets between my wife and me.
That very night, I was kicked out of my own home.
Later, I finally cornered my wife and asked her, "You really don't recognize me?"
She was silent for a long time, then said:
"I know who you are."
"At least he won't make me deliver takeout with him."
It turned out she hadn't mistaken us.
She had simply chosen the other me.
