When I first met Amaka, I thought God had finally answered my prayers. She was beautiful, gentle, soft-spoken, the kind of woman any man would be proud to call his wife. What I didn’t know was that marrying her meant marrying her shadow too—her identical twin sister, Anabel.

They looked exactly alike on the outside, but inside, they were worlds apart. Amaka was calm, respectful, and kind. Anabel was wild, unpredictable, the type who laughed too loud and dressed too bold. Everyone in the family knew she was trouble, but I thought as long as I stayed away from her, I had nothing to worry about.

I was wrong.

Our marriage started beautifully. Amaka and I were inseparable. But a few months later, her work schedule became hectic. She’s a nurse, always on call, sometimes working night shifts. I didn’t complain—I knew she was saving lives. But something strange started happening on those nights she was supposed to be at work.

She would come home earlier than expected. The lights would be off, and she’d slip into bed beside me without saying a word. At first, I thought it was normal—maybe she was tired. But then I noticed her scent. My wife always wore vanilla body spray. This one smelled different—like jasmine.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, “Amaka” would suddenly become aggressive in bed. My wife was never like that. She was shy, gentle, but this version was bold, fearless, demanding. It confused me, but I didn’t question it. A man doesn’t complain when his wife suddenly becomes adventurous, right?

But then the cracks started showing.

One evening, my real wife returned from work, exhausted, still in her nurse uniform. She leaned in to kiss me, but when I touched her, she pulled back, blushing the way she always did. My heart skipped. Just the night before, she had been… different. Not shy at all.

That was when a chilling thought hit me.

What if…?

I brushed it aside, ashamed of even suspecting such a thing. But the truth refused to stay hidden.

The next week, my wife traveled for a medical seminar out of town. She called me at night, her voice tired but loving. She told me she missed me. But that same night, “she” came into my room again. Same perfume. Same boldness. Same different energy.

That’s when my blood ran cold.

I realized it wasn’t Amaka I had been with.

It was her twin sister.

Anabel.

My hands shook as I confronted her the next morning. She laughed. Laughed like it was all a joke.

“You didn’t know?” she whispered, leaning close. “You couldn’t tell the difference between me and your wife? Then maybe you don’t deserve her at all.”

My world shattered.

Because she wasn’t just mocking me.

She was threatening me.

And what scared me most wasn’t the deception—it was the way she looked at me. Possessive. Hungry. Like she wasn’t going to stop.

And deep inside me, guilt burned hotter than fire.

Because some nights… I wasn’t even sure I wanted her to stop.

To be continued