Gaslit by Reality: My True Husband's Gone

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.

I forced myself to be calm. My eyes drifted to the wedding photo on the nightstand, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

"I just think the photo looks a little washed out. We should get it restored. Do you remember where we took it?"

"Honey, how could you forget where we took our wedding photos? You know what? I'll take it in for restoration."

My supposed husband, Brandon Moore, got up and took the framed wedding photo off the wall, turning it around to show me the watermark on the back—Genuinely Yours Studio.

I froze. That was exactly the studio where Jake Watson and I took our wedding photos. Even the wedding date was identical.

Seeing the confusion on Brandon's face, I waved dismissively and insisted on going myself.

With the wedding photo in hand, I headed to Genuinely Yours Studio and found a staff member. "Excuse me. Was this photo taken here? I'd like to know if it's been photoshopped in any way or if it's a deepfake."

The studio assistant