“W-what?” I blurted but she brushed past me, walking into the mansion.

“Atlas!” She cried, and I turned to see her tackling him into a hug.

My eyes strained, my throat tightening as I struggled to process what was going on.

How could she claim she was me? She had my face? How did she get my face?

If she was me, then who was I?

“Hey! What is the meaning of this drama? Let go of my husband!” I pulled her from him and she crumbled like a stack of cards.

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