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My Wife Took My Shadow
<p>Episode 2</p><p><br/></p><p>The hand on my shoulder was cold, colder than night itself.</p><p><br/></p><p>I turned slowly, heart pounding, and saw an old woman standing behind me.</p><p>Her face was calm… her eyes unreadable.</p><p><br/></p><p>“My son,” she said softly, “what are you doing here at this hour?”</p><p><br/></p><p>I tried to steady my voice. “I.. I came to check on my wife.”</p><p><br/></p><p>The woman looked at me for a long moment.</p><p>“No one has entered this house for years,” she replied. “Only shadows live here.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“No,” I said firmly. “I saw her come in. I followed her here.”</p><p><br/></p><p>The woman’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, then she quietly opened the door and walked inside without another word.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stood frozen. My instincts told me to leave, and I did.</p><p><br/></p><p>As soon as I stepped away, my phone rang. It was my wife.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Honey, where are you?” she asked, her tone sharp. “I’ve been trying to reach you. Your line wasn’t connecting.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Her voice was calm, too calm. For a moment, I wondered if I was speaking to my wife at all.</p><p><br/></p><p>My hand trembled. “Really?… So where are you?” I asked, glancing back toward the old quiet house.</p><p><br/></p><p>“At home,” she said. “Dinner’s almost ready. Are you close?”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Y-yes,” I stammered.</p><p><br/></p><p>I walked back home quickly, still shaken. I couldn’t explain what I had just seen or who that woman really was.</p><p><br/></p><p>When I got home, she was truly there, smiling as if nothing had happened.</p><p>I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. But deep down, I knew something was wrong.</p><p><br/></p><p>Since the day my shadow vanished, peace left my life, and every suspicion led back to my wife.</p><p><br/></p><p>That night, I couldn’t sleep. But one thing was clear: I needed to visit that old house again. Maybe the woman knew something. Maybe she could tell me the truth.</p><p><br/></p><p>The next morning, I skipped work. After my wife left for her office, I walked back to the lonely street. Each step toward that house felt heavier, like the ground itself didn’t want me there.</p><p><br/></p><p>The old woman opened the door before I could knock, as if she already knew I was coming.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Young man,” she whispered, eyes fixed on mine. “I told you… no one has lived here for years.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Her words echoed in my head. I looked around, trying to make sense of it</p><p>and then I froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just behind the house, half-hidden by the trees, was a car.</p><p>My wife’s car.</p><p><br/></p><p>To be continues </p>
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