The Husband's Secret
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Finally available in paperback—the #1 New York Times bestseller from the author of Big Little Lies and What Alice Forgot.
At the heart of The Husband’s Secret is a letter that is not meant to be read...
My darling Cecilia,
If you’re reading this, then I’ve died...
Imagine your husband wrote you a letter, to be opened after his death. Imagine, too, that the letter contains his deepest, darkest secret—something with the potential to destroy not only the life you have built together, but the lives of others as well. And then imagine that you stumble across that letter while your husband is still very much alive…
Cecilia Fitzpatrick has achieved it all—she’s an incredibly successful businesswoman, a pillar of her small community, a devoted wife and mother. Her life is as orderly and spotless as her home. But that letter is about to change everything—and not just for her. There are other women who barely know Cecilia—or each other—but they, too, are about to feel the earth-shattering repercussions of her husband’s secret.
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Connor if you and Will hadn’t made your announcement?” “You didn’t muck about though, did you? Bloody hell, stop hitting me!” Tess gave her one final shove and sat back. She had never felt such an overwhelming desire to hit someone before. She had certainly never given in to it. It seemed that all the niceties that made her a socially acceptable grown-up had been stripped away. Last week she was a school mum and a professional. Now she was having sex in hallways and hitting her cousin.
Will. “I always cared about Felicity. You know how we were together. That sort of banter thing we did. Almost flirting. It was never serious. But then, after she lost the weight, I started to sense this . . . vibe from her. And I guess I was flattered, and it didn’t seem to count, because it was Felicity, not some random woman. It was safe. It didn’t feel like I was betraying you. It felt almost like she was you. But then, somehow, it got out of hand and I found myself . . .” He stopped himself.
had smiled at Janie in the video before he lost his temper. The genuinely smitten smile. She remembered too the photo in Janie’s album: the one where Connor had been laughing so fondly over something Janie said. Perhaps one day she’d mail Connor Whitby a copy of that photo with a card. Thought you might like to have this. A subtle apology for the way she’d treated him over the years, and, oh yes, a subtle apology for trying to kill him. Let’s not forget that. She grimaced in the darkness, and
like if she didn’t say her name normally, it would suddenly burst out of her mouth in the middle of a sentence. The photo on Rachel’s fridge was casually held with a magnet advertising Pete the 24-Hour Plumber. It was a small, faded, off-center color photo of Janie and her younger brother holding cans of Coke and standing in front of a barbecue. They’d both turned around with blank, slack-mouthed expressions on their faces, as if the photographer had surprised them. It wasn’t a particularly
too,” said Liam. “No,” said Tess. “You stay out here with me, darling,” said Lucy. “Let’s eat chocolate.” Tess took her to her old bedroom. It was the only room with a lock. They stood next to her bed, looking at each other. Tess’s heart hammered. She hadn’t realized that you could spend your whole life looking at the people you loved in an oblique, halfhearted way, as if you were deliberately blurring your vision, until something like this happened, and then just looking at that