" 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

For five days he camped outside my apartment. Occasionally, he would get out of his car to receive take-out or to stretch. So many times, I was tempted to go out there to invite him into the apartment to give him warm home-cooked food but my pride and ego could not allow me. I missed him so much, his jokes, his smile his cologne, his cuddles and he was just right outside my door and all I need to do was get out there and talk to him. But that will mean that I allow him to lie to my face when I saw him with my own two eyes kissing another woman as if his life depended on it. That was something that I was not going to excuse or forgive. 


His calls and texts were coming each time, the new one better than the one before crumbling my resolve to stay mad at him that I decided to delete his number, a number that I had memorized so the only option left was to block his number which I did. 


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