Hero George

My name is George Smith. I used to work as an engineer at a major manufacturer, but the slow decision-making typical of large corporations began to irritate me, so I started a venture company. From that point on, my income plummeted to zero, and I started to dip into my savings. The one who openly expressed her anger about this change was my wife, Susan, who is two years my junior. I knew that she had married me because she was after the title of being an official employee of a famous company, but I hadn't been prepared for our household discord to become so severe that we would start living separately within the same house.

Looking back, Susan and I had been sexless since we got married. On our first night as newlyweds, my penis shriveled up in response to her high-pressure demands when we tried to make love, and ever since then, she started mocking me for being impotent.

One day, I went to the bank to ask for additional financing, but they brushed me off lightly. Bankruptcy was becoming a realistic possibility. Sweat trickled down my forehead. When I got home, I would have to discuss this with my wife. Depending on her reaction, she might even serve me divorce papers.

"I'm home."

When I arrived home, my wife came running to greet me.

"Welcome back, dear. Dinner is ready."

Contrary to my expectations of cold glares and clicking tongues, she welcomed me with a warm smile.

"Is something wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's just...you're speaking more softly than usual."

"You're imagining things. Now, let's eat while it's still warm."

When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that everything was neatly arranged and cleaned. It felt as if the whole house had been transformed. Moreover, the meal tasted exceptionally good.

"Is it not delicious?"

"No, it's great. But..."

"But?"

"Who are you?"

At my question, she lowered her eyes and fell silent. She had a seductive look on her face that she had never shown since we got married. Carelessly, I found it cute.

"I have a split personality."

"What?"

"Well, it's very rare, but I sometimes become a completely different person. My body is still your wife Susan, but the person inside is different."

I was thrown into confusion by her sudden, occult-like confession. Such a thing can't possibly happen. Of course, it must be her acting. However, as I considered what possible benefit she could gain from such a ridiculous charade, I found myself increasingly baffled.

"I'm sorry for saying such nonsensical things! I'll do my best to be your wife! Please don't be angry."

The gentle aura she exuded, in contrast to her usual self, made my heart unexpectedly flutter.

"So, what's your name?"

"My name?"

"If your personality is different, it would be hard to differentiate if I keep calling you Susan. It would sound odd to refer to you as 'the other Susan' or 'the gentle Susan'."

After thinking for a while with a gesture of covering her mouth that she doesn't usually do, she answered.

"Then please call me Michelle. Is that okay?"