{"product_id":"my-husbands-wife-isbn-9780735220966","title":"My Husband's Wife","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e“\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e[A] must-read thriller . . . \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eMy Husband’s Wife\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003ehas an ending that will change the way you view marriage forever.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e” —\u003ci\u003eBustle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e“If you loved \u003ci\u003eGone Girl \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Talented Mr. Ripley\u003c\/i\u003e, you’ll love \u003ci\u003eMy Husband’s Wife\u003c\/i\u003e. It’s got every thriller’s trifecta: love, marriage, and murder.” —\u003ci\u003eParade\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e“The novel’s plot is as provocative as its title.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrom the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Dead Ex\u003c\/i\u003e, a deliciously addictive psychological thriller about the powerful effects of little white lies on \u003cb\u003ethree intertwined lives--and when those secrets become deadly \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen young lawyer Lily marries Ed, she’s determined to make a fresh start and leave the secrets of the past behind. But then she takes on her first murder case and meets Joe, a convicted murderer to whom Lily is strangely drawn—and for whom she will soon be willing to risk almost anything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But Lily is not the only one with secrets. Her next-door neighbor Carla may be only nine, but she has already learned that secrets are powerful things. That they can get her whatever she wants.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When Lily finds Carla on her doorstep twelve years later, a chain of events is set in motion that can end only one way.“Full of twists and turns, [\u003ci\u003eMy Husband's Wife\u003c\/i\u003e] draws you into its complicated world within the first chapter, and it doesn't let you go until you've turned the final page. Corry's talented storytelling and brilliant writing make even the most seemingly obvious aspects of the novel appear in surprising ways. A must-read book for fans of the kind of psychological thrillers that have been all the rage.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e–\u003ci\u003eBustle \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"[\u003ci\u003eMy Husband's Wife\u003c\/i\u003e] nicely fits into the psychological suspense genre that’s riding a slipstream of popularity, thanks to the success of \u003ci\u003eGone Girl \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Girl on the Train. . .\u003c\/i\u003e Addictive. . . [a] seemingly unending trove of delicious disasters and deceits.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003cbr\u003e--Washington Post \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you loved \u003ci\u003eGone Girl \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Talented Mr. Ripley\u003c\/i\u003e, you’ll love \u003ci\u003eMy Husband's Wife\u003c\/i\u003e by Jane Corry. It’s got every thriller’s trifecta: love, marriage and murder.”\u003cb\u003e \u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eParade\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Brilliant, original and complex, with a dark triangle at its center. A compelling thriller that kept me turning the pages until the end.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--B.A. Paris, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eBehind Closed Doors\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Lies fester and multiply, undermining intimate relationships in this psychological thriller. Corry's suspenseful debut novel is already a best-seller in the UK and is likely headed for similar success here.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--\u003ci\u003eBooklist \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A devilishly devious U.S. debut. . . this swiftly moving psychological thriller offers surprises right up to the finish.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e--Publishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJane Corry\u003c\/b\u003e is a writer and journalist and has spent time as the writer-in-residence of a high-security prison for men—an experience that helped inspire \u003ci\u003eMy Husband’s Wife\u003c\/i\u003e, her debut thriller. Corry runs regular writing workshops and speaks at literary festivals worldwide, including the Women’s Fiction Festival in Matera, Italy. Until recently, she was a tutor in creative writing at Oxford University.As I enter the gallery, I see the back of Ed’s head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Lily!” He swivels round, saying my name as though it is fresh in his mouth. As if I am an acquaintance he hasn’t seen for a long time instead of the wife he kissed good-bye this morning. “Guess who walked into the gal­lery an hour ago?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As he speaks, a petite woman with a sleek black bob slides out from behind the pillar. Her hairstyle, apart from the color, is almost identical to mine. But she’s young. Early twenties, at a guess. Big, wide, sunny smile with glossy bee-stung lips and a wide smooth forehead. She’s stunning without being conventionally beautiful. Her face is the sort that makes you stare. I twist my silver bracelet—the one I always wear—with inexplicable nervousness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hello, Lily!” she sings. There’s an unexpected kiss on both my cheeks. Then she stands back. I feel cold slice through me like a carving knife. “You don’t remember me? It’s Carla.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carla? Little Carla who used to live in the same block of flats all those years ago, when Ed and I were first married? Carla, alias \u003ci\u003eThe Italian Girl\u003c\/i\u003e? Is it really possible that this is the confident young woman who stands before me now with her immaculate complexion, her sharp, cat-like eyes accentu­ated with just the right touch of eyeliner is Carla?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It has taken me years to achieve a confidence like that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But of course it’s Carla. She’s a mini-Francesca, minus the long curls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “How have you been?” I manage to say. “How is your mother?” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e This beautiful colt-like creature dips her chin and then tilts her head to one side as if considering the question. “Mamma, she is very well, thank you. She is living in Italy. We have been there for some time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ed breaks in. “Carla’s been trying to get hold of us. She wrote to us.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I breathe steadily, just as I do in court when I need to be careful. “Really?” I say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s not a lie. Just a question.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Twice,” says Carla.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She is looking straight at me. Briefly I think back to that first letter with the Italian stamp, which was sent to our old address last year but forwarded to us by the current occupants.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My first instinct had been to throw it away like all the other begging let­ters we received around that time. People assume, rightly or wrongly, that if an artist has one big success, he or she is rich. The reality is that even with the portrait sale and Ed’s trust money and my salary, we are still not that well off. Our mortgages on both the gallery and the house are huge. And of course we also have Tom’s expensive therapy and his unknown future to think of.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I want to help people in need like any other decent person. But if you give to one, where do you stop? Yet Carla was different. She was right. In a way, we did owe our success to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I would talk to Ed, I decided. But a critic had just written yet another snide review, questioning why anyone would want to pay so much for a “brash acrylic work that was worthy of a Montmartre street artist.” My husband had been hurt. It was all I could do to assure Ed that this reviewer was wrong. Better to leave Carla’s letter, I decided, until things were calmer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then came the second one, sent to the gallery where Ed had been exhib­iting temporarily before it had been forwarded to our home. Luckily, I happened to bump into the postman on the way to work. Recognizing the handwriting and foreign stamp, I slipped it in my briefcase and opened it in the office. The tone was angrier this time. More demanding. I sensed Fran­cesca’s hand behind it. If we gave them some money, I thought, they might ask for more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So I put it away, pretending to myself that I would deal with it at “some point.” And then I conveniently forgot about it. It wasn’t the right thing to do. I can see that now. But if I had written back to Carla explaining our financial situation, she might not have believed it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We were worried when you left so suddenly all those years ago,” Ed is saying now. “Why didn’t you tell us you were going?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His question takes me back to the last time I saw Carla. That awful row between Tony, Francesca and me. On top of that, I was trying to work out if Ed and I should stay together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yes,” I say, gritting my teeth, “we \u003ci\u003ewere \u003c\/i\u003every worried about you.” Then my eye falls on the painting behind her. It’s hard not to. There are paintings of Carla as a child all over the room.\u003cbr\u003e “What do you think of your portraits?” I ask. Might as well play devil’s advocate, I tell myself. Try to draw Carla out. It would also make me look more innocent in the matter of those unanswered letters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The young woman in front of me flushes. “They are lovely.” Then she flushes again. “I do not mean that \u003ci\u003eI \u003c\/i\u003eam lovely, you understand—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Oh, but you are,” breaks in Ed. “Such a beautiful child. 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