The Night Replacement

Summary

I realized something was wrong with the woman sleeping next to me. Whenever I tried to get close, she was cold, unresponsive—like a corpse.

I told myself it was just the slow fade of a long marriage, the novelty worn thin.

Then I overheard my wife talking to her hot-as-hell best friend. “My husband sleeps like the dead,” she’d said. “You could put an actual body next to him, and he wouldn’t even stir.”

So my wife was swapping herself out... with a stand-in?