" 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

The next few days were utilized in making wedding preparations. Who knew that wedding preparations could be this hectic? It was a one-day event with too many things and service providers to talk to all in one month. My stress was added by an overbearing, perfectionist soon-to-be mother-in-law. There were too many activities to be done within a set period but very few hands to do the work. I thought about getting help from a wedding planner but I didn’t want to burden Jason with that as wedding planners in this city were expensive even though I knew Jason could afford it. 


The pressure got worse and Eventually, I had no option but to hire a wedding planner. If I had continued with the wedding planning preparations, I was either going to end up dead out of stress or things not going my way or risk becoming an old wrinkly lady. The wedding was set for the 23rd of March and the remaining days flew by so fast. 


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