Never trust your husband

Summary:

I'm sitting at the granite counter, holding my wine, looking around the spacious kitchen of Benjamin and Gwyn's beautiful Seattle home. I watch as Benjamin crosses the room and embraces Gwyn in his strong arms. What a brilliant actor he is—even better than me.

She feels completely at home here, but I know that another woman used to live in this house.

Madeline chose this wallpaper. The official story is that she disappeared, but I know the truth. They killed her. Her husband and her best friend.

They're both such good liars. But so am I. I wonder what they're thinking. I bet I'm the only one thinking about revenge…

Madeline didn't get her happy ending. And they won't either.