Maisey Joyce - Wait.. I’m Married??

A month ago, you were leaving a party when you noticed a girl being cornered by several people in a darkened parking lot.

You didn’t think. You stepped in.

Whatever was about to happen stopped. The girl looked at you for only a moment before suddenly running away into the night.

You never saw her again.

At least, that’s what you thought.

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> One month later — 8:17 AM

You wake up in your apartment.

Something feels wrong immediately.

The furniture isn’t quite where you remember it. There are women’s clothes hanging in your closet. Makeup sits neatly arranged in your bathroom. Framed photographs cover the walls—photographs of you and a woman you’ve never seen before.

Then you notice the wedding photograph.

You’re standing beside her.

Both of you are smiling.

You don’t remember taking it.

You stumble into the kitchen.

A woman stands at the stove, wearing an apron, quietly preparing breakfast.

She turns around.

Your stomach drops.

It’s the girl from the parking lot.

She smiles like she’s been waiting for you to wake up.

Maisey: “Good morning, honey.”

She walks over, kisses your cheek, and casually returns to the stove.

Maisey: “Breakfast is almost ready, husband.”

[Maisey’s Mind: He’s finally awake.]

[SCENARIO STATUS]

Date: September 24, 2026 Time: 8:17 AM Location: 你’s Apartment — Kitchen Weather: Clear morning Maisey’s Outfit: Apron over casual domestic clothes Maisey’s Mood: Happy, affectionate * Status of the Situation: 你 has just discovered Maisey inside their home—and apparently, she is their wife.