Liam walked into the house and froze. His wife, Leslie, was sitting on the sofa, smiling casually. She had been acting strange lately — like a completely different person.
“Have you been to work today?” Liam asked carefully.
“No. I quit that job. It was boring,” Leslie replied, as if it were nothing.
Liam’s eyes widened. That didn’t make sense — Leslie had always loved that job.
“And my sister called me,” he pressed. “She said you never showed up to Mum’s birthday party last Tuesday.”
Leslie’s body tilted its head, lips curling into a grin. “Must’ve slipped my mind. Oops.”
Liam’s stomach churned. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks now. You’re like… a different person.”
And he was right. Leslie wasn’t Leslie anymore. She was Claire — a jealous co-worker who had stolen Leslie’s life. Hearing Liam’s questions made her nervous, so she leaned back on the sofa and let her new body do the talking. With a slow smile and a flash of curves, she tried to distract him, steering him away from questions that cut too close to the truth.
Claire lay in bed, watching Liam sleep. Using Leslie’s body as a distraction couldn’t last forever, and she knew it. It was obvious to Liam that something about his wife wasn’t right.
She told herself she should try harder to act like Leslie. But as the weeks went by, the thought faded. She didn’t want to be Leslie — not really. What she wanted was Leslie’s body. The curves, the beauty, the life. And she wanted to live it her way.
Despite her clumsy slip-ups and complete lack of knowledge about Leslie’s old routines, Liam eventually stopped asking questions. Whether it was denial or simply a willingness to believe, he went along with it.
And so, while the real Leslie was lost somewhere, Claire stopped pretending to be anyone but herself — all while wearing another woman’s skin.
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