My ex-husband's new wife is my doppelganger.

I met my ex-husband my senior year of college. He was working for a designer as an architect, I was in graphic design. He was 27, I was 22. We met at a coffee shop near my work, while I was at a table working on an ad for a local brewery. He was immediately drawn to me, and I'll admit, I was extremely good looking. My twin sister and I have always been agreed to be the prettiest in the room, no matter where we were. <br><br>We dated for three years before he proposed, and I happily accepted, and we married the next spring. Everything was perfect for a few years, but when he got a promotion to a high-end architecture firm in Manhattan, everything changed. He became prone to fits of anger, and was never home. But, our life was so much better, and I was young and happy to be a stay-at-home wife. <br><br>We bought a penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park, and I had everything I needed. I was 19 when we met, and now 28. I gave up my career as a graphic designer to be a happy home-maker. I was so happy for my husband, and his career, and I still loved him, even though he began to be emotionally abusive. <br><br>One day, I was at the grocery store, picking out some apples for a pie I wanted to make. I turned to see a woman who looked exactly like me. I mean exactly. I was so taken aback, I actually bumped into the display of apples, knocking over several baskets, sending apples tumbling to the ground. I had to be helped up by a kind elderly woman who then immediately left. <br><br>The woman who looked exactly like me, was still there, and she was very pretty, except for that she didn't look as good as me. I remember feeling very narcissistic. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I asked her if she was okay, and she said she was a little startled. I asked if she was my doppelganger, or twin-flame, or something. I read somewhere that if you meet your twin-flame, you'll just know. She was wearing a red sweater, and I was wearing a blue one. Otherwise, we looked identical. <br><br>She said no, and I asked her what her name was. She said it was Tiffany. I told her mine was Tiffiny. We talked for a few minutes before I asked her if she would like to go for a walk in the park. I was just so excited to have met my twin flame.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Tiff and I, walked to Central Park, and as luck would have it, we ran into my then-husband, and his partner. His partner was a woman named Rebecca, and she was very beautiful. She was tall and slender, with long curly red hair. She was probably about four years older than me. They were both a little surprised to see me out with a woman who looked exactly like me.<br><br>Tiff was very sweet, and my husband's partner, was immediately smitten with her. She asked if she could take Tiff out for a drink, and Tiff agreed. That was the last I had seen of Tiff. I only heard from my husband's partner a few times after that, until my husband left me for her. <br><br>I was so distraught, I didn't know what to do. I lost the apartment, the car, and everything. I even had to change my name because my ex-husband was a fucking asshole. I moved to a new city, and started a new life, and after eight years, I found out that my ex-husband had married Tiff.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>This was three years ago. I wonder if Tiff will ever find out what really happened. I hope so.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Tiff, if you're reading this, just be happy, because you're pretty enough to be me. And to my sister, if you're reading this, I always loved you more than you loved yourself! <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Edit:<br><br>I should mention, Tiff looked identical to me. She was a little taller, a little skinner, and a little younger. I remember distinctly, because she told me she was 24 when we met.