" 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

To pull this off, the biggest or the foremost con of my life I needed liquid courage, all possible information I could gather about Zia Daven, and of course more liquid courage. Any girl in the Twenty-first century posts every minute detail of their life on social media and I was sure Zia was such. 


Shocked was I, when I found out from all social media platforms only three photographs, one on her twentieth birthday with her parents, one on her graduation, and one selfie on a train ride. Zia had mastered the art of staying under the radar even without knowing it. She had mastered the art of living a private life. This was very little information to go by. Maybe I would just give up altogether on this plan and let nature play its course. 


A con