" 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

Jason opened my door and when I got out of the car, his family was there on the terrace ready to greet us with happy smiles. His mother, Mrs. Maslow was the first to greet us. She hugged me first and said, “ Welcome home, my daughter. You can call me Jane or Mom.” Wow. I was amazed by her welcome. I hope that this wasn’t one of those times where the mother of your boyfriend pretended to love you and then back-stabbed or hated you later. But when I looked at her expression, she was genuine. I mumbled a simple thank you, and then she moved to hug her son and said, “ Now I know why you camped outside her house. She is worth keeping. Don’t mess up with her or I will kill you myself” Jason was embarrassed by his mother’s comment, so he replied whining, “But ma, I am your child. You can't kill me.” His statement earned us a serious laugh. 


Family dinner