I Fell Asleep with My Wife but Woke up in Her Best Friend’s Bed – What I Found on Her Bedside Table Shattered Me
When I woke up on my birthday, I didn’t expect to wake up next to the wrong woman! Everything felt confusing that day, and I even got a hug from my wife’s friend’s children who called me their father! I thought I was going crazy until later that day when everything finally made sense.
I woke up to the faint sound of birds chirping, my face nestled into a pillow that smelled unfamiliar, like lavender and sandalwood. As I blinked sunlight streamed through a window I didn’t recognize. My heart skipped a beat as I turned my head and froze. This wasn’t my bed. And lying next to me wasn’t my wife, Erica, but her BEST FRIEND, Eliza…
A woman sleeping while a man sits awake | Source: Midjourney
Panic coursed through me.
“This has to be a dream,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. I won’t lie, the worst thought also occurred to me, that I might’ve somehow cheated on my wife. But how could such a thing happen? I love Erica!
My mind raced through a fog of guilt and confusion. I stared at Eliza’s sleeping face, hoping for some sign that this was a mix-up, but nothing about the situation felt right. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to piece together how I’d gotten here.
A shocked man in bed | Source: Midjourney
At that moment, Eliza stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled warmly when she saw I was awake, leaned over, and kissed me lightly on the forehead. “Happy birthday, darling!” she said with a content sigh.
“Darling?” I repeated, my voice cracking. I froze momentarily, then sat up abruptly, clutching the sheets as if they were my only tether to reality! I did recall that it was my birthday, but I couldn’t understand why Eliza would call me her “darling!”
A shocked man clutching the sheets | Source: Midjourney
“Eliza, what’s going on?”
She laughed softly. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Come on, Matt, don’t be weird, starting with your birthday shenanigans. You’re getting older, not amnesia or forgetfulness. I’ll get started on breakfast.”
She slipped out of bed, grabbing a silk robe from a nearby chair. As she walked out of the room and...