It took me almost an hour to recover from the shock. She had done it. Amanda had become my wife. She had just fooled everyone that knew Samantha, including Samantha's family members. She not only took over Samantha's looks, wardrobe, voice, and mannerisms, but she had intimate knowledge of all of her friends and social acquaintances.
She was packing up some suitcases and going through different pairs of shoes when I looked at my watch. "Amanda, it's almost the new year," I said.
Samantha looked at me and said, "don't ever call
me that
again. The only reason you know that I'm not Samantha is that I
let you know."
She added the last pair of her Blahniks and a pair of Amanda's bright-red heels to her bag. "Let's go home, dear," she said, the exact same way she had said it for the last six years.
"Yes, Samantha," I replied.
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