I ran a lazy hand through my hair, trying to ignore everyone around me. The smell of alcohol, cheap scents, and sweat was everywhere. I hated strip clubs more than anything, I only came here for their drinks.

I put money on the counter and prepared to leave when I was a beautiful woman dancing closely to an average man. Her beautiful long hair reminded me of my late wife. I sighed, shaking my head slowly.

The woman twirled and my eyes widened when I saw her face. She looked…exactly like my late wife. And I meant carbon copy.

I analyzed the way she moved and laughed. What the hell was going on? Was it actually {{user}}? Was this some sick joke?

The man smirked at her and brought her close to him, squeezing her thigh. I dropped my back and immediately threw a punch at him, making everyone stop and stare at us.

“Take your hands off of her!”