Like all of my ideas recently, this one was just as crazy. With all the trouble that we had gone through, I might as well let her reside with me. She wanted my wife's life after all.

"Really?" She sat up, eyes enlarged with excitement. "You'd let me live with you?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I'd love to! I'll pack my stuff."

"You don't need to pack your stuff. You'll have everything you need here: Luxurious clothes, stylish shoes, classy jewelries, and et cetra," I said.

"You mean I could have all of it?"

"Who else would I give it to?"

Jessica gasped, glowing with delight that all those outfits she had once seen my wife wearing in magazines would all be hers. "Oh, my god! Okay!" One woman's death is another woman's gain, I supposed. "Would I sleep here with you?" she asked.

I hesitated for a few minutes, wondering if I should allow this girl, my wife's replica, to slumber with me. Perhaps I should assigned a room for her down the hall, I pondered. Hell, it would be nice to sleep next to a warm body. Had this been years ago before I married my wife, I would have been uncomfortable with the idea of a woman sleeping with me in the same bed. Now, I guessed it would be pleasant to have Ana's replica to accompany me through slumber. "You could sleep here with me," I said.

She blushed. "I can't believe I'm going to share a bed with Christian Grey."

I smiled. I didn't even have to manipulate Jessica into doing anything, she would agree to anything as long as she gets to be Anastasia Steele. She sure took being an obsessive fan to a whole new level. We lie back in bed, sleeping the dark hours away.

Early the next morning, Jessica was up and ready to go get her new photo taken for her ID.

"Don't forget to fill out the name change form," I reminded.

"Of course," she said, throwing on my wife's Manolo Blahnik, a blue pair of heels to match her blue dress. She probably felt like Cinderella in those eight-hundred dollars shoes. "What do you think?" she asked me.

"Hey, if the shoes fit, wear it."

"I feel like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City with all these wonderful shoes!" she exclaimed, spinning around in a circle.

"You should be feeling like Anastasia Steele," I retorted.

She laughed. "I am Anastasia Steele. At least I will be once I change my name," she said.

"Then you better hurry," I said. I walked over to my nightstand to retrieve one of Ana's car keys, a Saab. "Here," I said, tossing the keys to her, "take it."

She beamed with joy as if she had just won the jackpot. "I'll hurry back," she said.

I watched as she rushed off all chirpy and perky. When she was gone, I strolled down my long hallway to my office to catch up on some work. A gentle knock on the door interfered with my thoughts. "Come in," I said.

Taylor opened the door and entered the space. "Sir, a package arrived for you," he said as he carried in a large box.

"Who is it from?" I demanded.

"It doesn't say, sir." He placed the brown box on my desk.

"Thank you, Taylor." I watched as he exited my home office before giving my attention to the box. I yanked the tape off and opened the package. In there was a hat- the Mad Hatter's hat. Somebody had quite a sense of humor. I promptly brought the hat over to a mirror in a nearby bathroom to try it on. After I placed the hat on, I stared at myself through the looking glass for a moment, gazing at my reflection of how the world was viewing me. Interesting…yes, I was as mad as the hatter. What a meaningful gift.

Later that day, Jessica came home with eggs smeared all over her face and dress. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she appeared in distressed.

I was in the kitchen, relaxing over a cup of tea when I saw her. "Jesus, what happened?" I asked, appalled by her appearance. I set the tea cup down and went over to cup her face in my hands.

"Someone ambushed me and threw eggs all over me! They started shouting that I was a disgrace to society," she wailed.

"Jessica, these things are going to happen. We'll just have to wait it out. The media is all hyped up right now, but it will settle down with time." I ran a hand down my face. "God, I should've known better. This was my fault. From now on, you'll stay with me till everything is calm," I said. "Go bathe and throw on a fresh outfit."

"I don't know if I could do this anymore," she murmured.

"What?" There was a sharp tone in my voice. "Jessica, it's only been like a day. Just wait it out." Jessica was about to reach her breaking point, which was faster than I had thought, but I was getting too hooked on this charade to let it all fall apart so quickly. I guess I did have to manipulate her after all. "Jessica, you spent six months in the hospital. Stay with me, I could make it worth your while," I urged.

She thought for a few minutes and finally agreed to stay, but I still feared that one day she'd wake up and want her face back.