Another Man Owns My House and My Wife

Three months after my wife gave birth, I suddenly gained the ability to see the true owner of every object.

The sofa was mine. The TV was mine. Even the potted plants on the balcony were mine.

Excited, I looked at the baby crib my wife had just bought. There was a bold, floating label on it: "Owner: Xavier Vance."

Who the hell was Xavier Vance? I had never heard that name in my life.

I tried to comfort myself. Maybe it was a secondhand purchase, and the seller on eBay forgot to peel off the label.