The Husband's Secret
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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The next time he initiated sex she was going to make a jokey remark, like, “Oh, so now you want it.” But she never got the opportunity. That’s when she started to register the days ticking on by. What was going on? She thought it had probably been about six months now, and the more time that passed, the more confused she got. Yet whenever the words started to form in her mouth—Hey, what’s going on, honey?—something stopped her. Sex had never been an issue of contention between them, the way
lunches with Eloise Bungonia. Eloise had introduced them to cannelloni. (A mistake for someone with Felicity’s metabolism.) Mrs. Bungonia used to send enough for the three of them. It was before childhood obesity was an issue. Tess could still taste it. Divine. She watched Liam become still, staring off into space as if he could see his mother eating cannelloni for the first time. It was disconcerting, being here at her old school, as if time were a blanket that had been folded up so that
the petrol pump so that her wedding ring was in full view. She still felt extremely married. Apparently, moving back home was just like joining Facebook, when middle-aged ex-boyfriends came crawling out of the woodwork like cockroaches, suggesting drinks, putting out their nasty little feelers for potential affairs. Was Connor married? She glanced over at his hands, trying to see a ring. “I didn’t mean a date, if that’s what you’re thinking,” said Connor. “I wasn’t thinking that.”
was creepy. Your mother is creepy.” It felt like crossing a line to say that. John-Paul did not take criticism of his mother kindly. Cecilia normally tried to respect that, even though it annoyed her. John-Paul sank down on the side of the bath, knocking the hand towel off the rail with his knees in the process. “You really think she knows?” “Yes,” said Cecilia. “So there you go. Mummy’s golden boy really can get away with murder.” John-Paul blinked, and Cecilia almost considered
course. But that was marriage. Marriage was a warm apple muffin. And all that ordinary Thursday night, Will had been thinking to himself: I’m in love with Felicity. I don’t want Tess. I want Felicity. I don’t want this woman in my bed. I want someone else. The hurt spread instantaneously throughout her body like ice cracking. She squeezed her legs tighter around Connor’s body and leaned forward as if she could press herself into him. When they got to the next set of lights, Connor put