Shortly after, both of them left for work, but Jonathan remained in a state of deep shock. He arrived at his office just like any normal day, dressed neatly in a sharp black coat and black pants. But as the meeting progressed, a sudden realization struck him—he had already lived through this exact meeting. Once the presentation was over, he hurried back to his private cabin and checked the calendar date. "What?!" he gasped.
The meeting was scheduled for August 7th, and the calendar confirmed it. But he was absolutely certain he had already attended this exact meeting two days ago. He couldn't stay at the office. The walls felt like they were closing in, vibrating with a terrible, repeating frequency. Jonathan bolted out of the building and sprinted all the way back to his house. He needed answers; he needed to know who the woman in his bed really was.
Once he reached his home, he rushed in, slamming the front door open. The house was dead silent, almost as if he could hear his silent heart, cast in the heavy shadows of the late afternoon. He walked into the kitchen, his heart hammering against his ribs. There she stood, her back turned to him, calmly pouring a cup of tea.