My Wife Made Me Her Clone's Best Man, But I'm Already Dead

In the fifth year of my marriage to Chloe, she brought her first love, Ryan, right in front of me and asked:

"Ethan, if I divorce you and marry Ryan, would you be our best man?"

She had no idea that the man standing in front of her was actually my clone.

He was created with only one purpose: to obey her every command.

Without a single second of hesitation, my clone smiled and agreed.

Chloe flew into a rage. She glared at him and spat, "You spineless wimp!

Do you just do whatever the hell I tell you to do?

If I asked for your life, would you just give it to me?"