" Who are you truly? You are not my Zia." Jason's voice boomed across the room from Zelda. and with every word he moved menacingly closer. I stared into his eyes which were turning colder and icy with every beckoning second. He approached me and looked into my eyes deeply, held me by my upper arms, and shouted, " Tell me, who are you? You are a true copy of Zia but you are not Zia. What did you do to my Zia?"

"I am Zia," I said with my voice quirky and shaking. His grip on my arms was becoming more firm and painful with every passing millisecond. " Don't dare lie to me, woman! Because with every ounce of fiber in me, I know you are not Zia." Jason shouted and I shut my eyes in fear waiting for his wrath to descend on me in a slap but it didn't. If I continued keeping this pretense, he was going to kill me. So I said it. " You are right, am not Zia, I am Zelda. Yes Zelda, her twin sister."
me by my upper arms, and shouted, " Tell me, who are you? You are a true copy of Zia but you are not Zia. What did you do to my Zia?"

Twins Zia and Zelda are born out of in-vitro fertilization and are given up for adoption. Zia is a personal assistant to Jason Maslow whom she falls in love with and gets married to. Zelda becomes a high-esteemed FBI agent who is hunted down by the people she ruined their lives through her work. She runs away, only to enter her twin's life and cause chaos. Zelda has to assume the identity of Zia as Zia is held captive and tortured by the people who think she is Zelda. Will Zelda correct her mistake and do the right thing for her, Zia ans all that surround her? Stick around to find out more on this captivating and thrilling story

The Mistaken Wife: A Story of Love, Lies, and Identity

When I saw her on the pavement, walking to work, my heartfelt elated seeing her sexy figure, the baggy skirt I saw her wearing on the day of the interview wasn’t doing her any justice. Since I saw her in those tiny shorts my mind has been going crazy by the number of things I could do to that body if she let me. Today she decided to show her figure and damn she was hot. I could not allow any more men to continue ogling at her so I stopped my car and it took a lot of convincing for her to get in the car. My favorite part was having her scent engulf my car. I think this car is my favorite now. The best part was when he allowed me to hold her hand on our way to the office, her hand in contact with mine left tingling sparks that disappeared the moment our hands were away from each other. 


I had instructed that her desk be put in my office as I wanted her to be where I could see her always. Her presence calmed my racing heart yet when she looked at me with her big brown doe eyes my heart raced faster than I could fathom and it was confusing. Eve was showing her around and when she turned to look in the direction of my office, I blew her a kiss and I could see she blushed. I don’t know what came over me but, her presence is making me feel weird like a teenager with raging hormones who's crush had just said hi to them.I was like a cat on catnip, addicted and hooked to her presence. It was a strange feeling, yes, a good strange feeling. I was missing her presence so I called Eve to remind her to tell Zia to come to my office. 


When she knocked on the door, my heart began racing and when she sat before me, I couldn’t help but notice her eye-catching chest area and my mind was beginning to get filled with erotic thoughts until I noticed her staring at my crotch area and for a moment there I could swear by my life that Zia was having erotic thoughts just like mine. I explained what I expected of her and when she went to get me coffee that trouser hugging her round behind was my undoing and I think she heard my mumbling. 


She was arranging her desk and I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful frame so when she asked why I put her desk in my office and about the kiss, I decided, I will tell her how I truly felt and how she was going to use that information was totally up to her but I was also hoping that my confession wasn’t going to interfere with our work relationship and above all, the feeling would be mutual. 


My confession caught her by surprise as she tried to come up with a response but she couldn’t so I said, “you don’t have to say anything, you are a very attractive woman and any man would like you. Forget I said anything. “What was wrong with me? I did not want her to forget about me. I wanted her to act on them. She just nodded but did I detect a look of disappointment on her face. I was not going to allow her to forget, I will woo her until she becomes mine. 


We had a lot of pending work to be cleared and I loved how intelligent and organized Zia was. Is there anything not to love about this woman? By the time we were done, we had missed lunch and everyone had left. I looked at my watch it was already 6 pm. So I offered to order some food from a local restaurant and we ate together and I hadn’t realized how Zia had a good sense of humor. She was everything I wanted in a woman. I drove her home and when she was about to go in, my urges overpowered me and I hugged her tightly in my arms and she was shocked at first but she hugged me back and I whispered in her ear, “ I really like you a lot and I would like to take you out on a date sometime. I don’t want a reply now, for now, have a restful night. See you tomorrow.”


Confessions