Her marriage is to die for...


Alicia Gray knows she’s a lucky woman. With a gorgeous, successful husband who whisks her away on romantic trips, a beautiful home in one of the country’s richest zip codes, and two wonderful daughters, life couldn’t be better. However, she's about to learn that an enviable marriage comes at a deadly cost.


Who is Faith, and why are dozens of emails between her and Alicia’s husband hidden in his draft folder? Why were the messages never sent? As Alicia embarks on a desperate quest to uncover Faith’s identity, a shocking death hits close to home and sends her reeling. Was it a tragic accident or something more sinister?   


In this beautiful town of wealth and privilege, nothing is as it seems, and everyone has something to hide. While Alicia struggles under the weight of dark secrets from her own past, someone knows more than they’re saying— someone who knows the truth will come at a devastating price.


Emotionally gripping and expertly plotted, this heart-pounding, compulsive read is the perfect domestic thriller for fans of The Wife Between Us, The Husband’s Secret and The Couple Next Door.




Jack’s reassurance, yesterday, that her secret was safe provided Alicia only a temporary reprieve from panic and anxiety. In their place, new fears sprung up like stubborn weeds. She stood at the kitchen counter and scowled at the typed note after reading it for the third time.  


Someone’s husband is lying.


Can you guess whose?


Was this a joke?

She’d gone through the stack of mail she’d picked up from the mailbox before dinnertime. It was the usual: bills, junk mail, and a reminder that she needed to take her car in for servicing. Then the plain envelope with no return address caught her attention. She’d almost missed it, because it was hidden at the bottom of the stack.


A riddle from an anonymous sender that insinuated Eliot was lying. Was she supposed to take this seriously? She shook her head vigorously, as though prying loose the ridiculous idea. Clearly, it was a hoax. Wasn’t it? Someone just trying to wind her up. And, yet, she couldn’t explain the fact that her name and address were on the envelope. The sender obviously knew her, where she lived, and that Eliot was her husband. She turned over the information in her head, wondering what someone would have to gain by sending the note. One thing was certain. This was no accident.

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