My husband\'s dead.
She glances at the silver-framed family pho.
As I show her inside, I notice her eyes grow wide as she takes in our spacious hallway, and the big squashy sofas that we all used to pile on.
I don\'t recognise the woman on our doorstep, with her buttery blonde highlights, a diamond bracelet identical to my own and a bouncing baby boy in her arms.
The doorbell rings, just days after my beloved husband\'s sudden death.
She owns my home...
She\'s at my door.
I loved it...\' Blue Moon Blogger, My husband\'s dead.
I never knew what was going to happen next and I had to race through each chapter like it was the last just so I could find out the truth...
It kept me guessing the whole way through.
This author is one of my favorites and this book proved why.
I was hardly able to keep up.
It had so many twists and turns.
In fact, it was her best book to date so far.
It was just that good. \' Goodreads reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \'Loved!!!!! Devoured in just a few sittings.
A wonderfully thrilling read that kept me turning the pages until the very end. truly brilliant.
OMG- one of those reads you can\'t put down as every page puts you deeper into the mystery, just as I love them...
See what everyone is saying about The Girlfriend: \'This book was a nail biter! It had suspense, intrigue, murder, and so many crazy twists and turns! The storyline was very interesting and had me glued to my Kindle! I highly recommend reading this book! It was definitely worth reading!\' Netgalley reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \'One thriller of a read!...
If you like Gone Girl, The Girl on the Train and Lisa Jewell then you will be hooked by The Girlfriend.
An utterly gripping psychological thriller from the number one bestselling author of The Marriage.
And then she tells me that she owns our home - and that she\'s not going anywhere...
And this is his son.\' My world implodes.
But I am your husband\'s girlfriend. \'I know this will be hard to hear. \'I\'m sorry\' she says.
She looks at me, her blue eyes serious.
She glances at the silver-framed family photos and my little daughter hiding behind my skirts.
As I show her inside, I notice her eyes grow wide as she takes in our spacious hallway, and the big squashy sofas that we all used to pile on.
I don\'t recognise the woman on our doorstep, with her buttery blonde highlights, a diamond bracelet identical to my own and a bouncing baby boy in her arms.
The doorbell rings, just days after my beloved husband\'s sudden death.
She owns my home...
She\'s at my door.
My husband\'s dead
