I thought my day off would be filled with chores and maybe a little relaxation—until I heard screaming outside. I stepped out to find a woman in a wedding dress standing on top of my husband’s car, shouting, “Jordan! Why didn’t you show up to our wedding?!”I froze. That was my husband’s name. I told her she had the wrong man—but she didn’t.

She showed me photos, messages, even called him her fiancé. I stared at her in disbelief as I told her, “I’m his wife. We’ve been married for ten years.”