MARNI 

I didn’t come to Westbrook to be brave. 

I came to disappear. 

After New York, after the firm, after everything that broke me, Westbrook felt safe. Predictable. A place where the rules were clear, and someone else made the decisions.

I became a tradwife. My husband is a doctor. He's a lot older than me. But he's kind, and caring. Maybe too caring.

I learned how this town works—the rankings, the favors, the silence. I learned when to smile, when to look away, and which questions never get asked.

Now I’m pregnant. But I can’t tell my husband.

Now I know what happened to the women who stepped out of line. 

And now I understand the truth: 

Westbrook isn’t about tradition. It’s about control.

AN INTOXICATING BLEND OF TENSION AND SUSPENSE WITH AN ENDING YOU WON'T SEE COMING.

For readers who devoured Big Little Lies and The Guest List.