скачать книгу бесплатно
The Marriage Lie: Shockingly twisty, destined to become the most talked about psychological thriller in 2018!
Kimberly Belle
** The #1 eBook bestseller! **‘Utterly compelling!’ Lisa Hall, bestselling author of Between You and Me‘A good, old-fashioned page-turner, with a poisonous sting in the tail.’ Daily MailShe thought they had a perfect marriage….When a plane crashes, Iris Griffiths watches the news unfold with horror…and then relief. Her beloved husband Will had just flown out from the same airport, but he was on a different flight.So why is his name on the list of victims? Surely there’s some mistake – her husband would never lie to her. Would he? But wading deeper into the truth of her husband’s deception, Iris begins to think the unthinkable.Maybe she’s glad that he’s dead…A chillingly unsettling psychological thriller, perfect for fans of Paula Hawkins, Liane Moriarty , Shari Lapena and Clare Macintosh. Are you ready to question if everything in your life is really as it seems…
Everyone has secrets...
Iris and Will have been married for seven years, and life is as close to perfect as it can be. But on the morning Will flies out for a business trip to Florida, Iris’s happy world comes to an abrupt halt: another plane headed for Seattle has crashed into a field, killing everyone on board and, according to the airline, Will was one of the passengers.
Grief stricken and confused, Iris is convinced it all must be a huge misunderstanding. Why did Will lie about where he was going? And what else has he lied about? As Iris sets off on a desperate quest to uncover what her husband was keeping from her, the answers she finds shock her to her very core.
Praise for the novels of Kimberly Belle (#u65b1e9f1-681e-5bc9-a4e7-ee4781eff6ae)
“Taut and briskly told, The Marriage Lie is a smart mystery that takes readers on a wild ride. Fans of domestic suspense will adore Kimberly Belle.”
—Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl and Don’t You Cry
“The Marriage Lie is the definition of a page-turner. Every chapter ends perfectly hooked, every emotion is laid bare to experience along with Iris. We feelevery one of Will’s carefully crafted lies. We don’t know who to trust, who to root for, who is dangerous, and the effect is dizzying. A pulse-pounding good book.”
—Kate Moretti, New York Times bestselling author of The Vanishing Year
“Unimaginable loss leads to shocking revelations in this suspenseful, layered and emotionally gripping novel. Belle steers a twisting course that will have readers breathlessly turning the pages.”
—Sophie Littlefield, bestselling author of The Guilty One
“Mesmerizing. . .An excellent study of human nature that explores what makes people ‘tick,’ squints at the blurring of lines between good and bad, crime and human nature. A beautifully written, perfectly populated, edge-of-your-seat story, The Marriage Lie is not to be missed!”
—Susan Crawford, author of The Pocket Wife
“The Last Breath will leave you breathless. This edgy and emotional thriller will keep you guessing until the very end.”
—New York Times bestselling author Heather Gudenkauf
“Powerful and complex with an intensity drawn out through each page, The Last Breath is a story of forgiveness and betrayal and one I couldn’t put down!”
—New York Times bestselling author Steena Holmes
“Belle’s a smooth writer whose characters are vibrant and truly reflect the area where the novel is set.”
—Kirkus Reviews on The Last Breath
“Belle’s engaging debut brings the reader into [an] emotionally tangled world.”
—Booklist on The Last Breath
KIMBERLY BELLE is the author of The Last Breath, The Ones We Trust and The Marriage Lie. She holds a bachelor of arts degree from Agnes Scott College and has worked in fund-raising for nonprofits at home and abroad. She divides her time between Atlanta and Amsterdam.
This one’s for Kristy Barrett, bee-autiful inside and out.
Acknowledgments (#u65b1e9f1-681e-5bc9-a4e7-ee4781eff6ae)
Writing is a solitary venture, but this book wouldn’t exist without the following folks.
My literary agent, Nikki Terpilowski, who never sugarcoats what needs to be fixed in the manuscript but says it in words that make me smile. Thank you for always being in my corner.
My editor, Liz Stein, for loving this story and taking it on as your own. Your brilliance and tenacity helped shape The Marriage Lie into what it is today. And to all the hardworking and dedicated people behind the scenes at MIRA Books, I’m blessed to be on your team.
Laura Drake, critique partner extraordinaire, and early readers Koreen Myers, Colleen Oakley and Alexandra Ratcliff. Andrea Peskind Katz, you were right. You are an excellent beta reader, and you volunteered yourself right to the top of my list.
Scott Masterson, whose voice I heard in my head whenever Evan spoke. Thanks for answering my silly questions and for feeding me one of Evan’s best lines.
The fabulous ladies of Altitude, my early readers and cheerleaders: Nancy Davis, Marquette Dreesch, Angelique Kilkelly, Jen Robinson, Amanda Sapra and Tracy Willoughby. Seeing you girls is the best day of the month.
My parents, Diane and Bob Maleski, for their never-ending encouragement and thoughtful feedback. I hope this one makes you proud.
And lastly, my very favorite people on the planet. Isabella, you are a master at coming up with plot twists. Are you sure you don’t want to be a writer? Ewoud and Evan, thank you for your patience and encouragement, and sorry about all the takeout. You three have my heart.
Contents
Cover (#ufd718762-dbca-5512-8954-8b7e5bc20e60)
Back Cover Text (#u8ed6c6d4-38e7-5596-b5db-2e8844d36dc5)
Praise (#ub54dda6c-aaf6-53e2-ab3b-293c8350ce60)
About the Author (#u874cfeb1-bd99-5ba5-9bdf-38b59fb4af42)
Title Page (#u80ca3612-bce1-5526-9406-142eca941bce)
Dedication (#ua72d19ce-ef39-5204-8ddc-69d3d1daa7d0)
Acknowledgments (#ud041af8d-42e7-5f52-a02f-47801ac618b4)
Chapter 1 (#ud49eab5b-2f99-5370-831f-de6ff7ae86e6)
Chapter 2 (#u4ad78900-d577-58cf-8bd4-685dc06ad7fc)
Chapter 3 (#uba15db0c-6d16-5a7d-9376-16e2250aecf6)
Chapter 4 (#ufa063bba-9839-51bb-a39f-9c8b68439473)
Chapter 5 (#u21e5342e-c6ff-5929-8d52-647eb5c0e0ce)
Chapter 6 (#u92f0bc39-36ae-58d0-860c-341e5f834733)
Chapter 7 (#u55140638-9298-5d7a-8478-369daf3503a6)
Chapter 8 (#u5322c26c-14c6-567d-aaef-66f30921d6b3)
Chapter 9 (#u01571e7a-d7f8-5672-aa87-a9dbe4980f1d)
Chapter 10 (#ua448a6a0-f586-5bde-84ac-3e017be13dad)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 28 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 29 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 30 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 31 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 32 (#litres_trial_promo)
Reader’s Guide (#litres_trial_promo)
Questions for Discussion (#litres_trial_promo)
A Conversation with the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
1 (#u65b1e9f1-681e-5bc9-a4e7-ee4781eff6ae)
I awaken when a hand winds around my waist, pulling me head to heel against skin heated from sleep. I sigh and settle into my husband’s familiar form, fitting my backside into his front, soaking in his warmth. Will is a furnace when he sleeps, and I’ve always got some place on me that’s cold. This morning it’s my feet, and I wedge them between two warm calves.
“Your toes are freezing.” His voice rumbles in the darkened room, the sounds vibrating through me. On the other side of our bedroom curtains it’s not quite morning, that violet-tinged moment between night and day, still a good half hour or so before the alarm. “Were they hanging off the side of the bed or something?”
It’s barely April, and March hasn’t quite loosened its icy hold. For the past three days, leaden skies have been dumping rain, and a frigid wind has plummeted temperatures far below average. Meteorologists predict at least another week of this shivering, and Will is the only soul in Atlanta who welcomes the cold by throwing the windows wide. His internal thermostat is always set to blazing.
“It’s because you insist on sleeping in an igloo. I think all my extremities have frostbite.”
“Come here.” His fingers glide up my side, his hand pulling me even closer. “Let’s get you warm, then.”
We lie here for a while in comfortable silence, his arm snug around my middle, his chin in the crook of my shoulder. Will is sticky and damp from sleep, but I don’t care. These are the moments that I cherish the most, moments when our hearts and breaths are in sync. Moments as intimate as making love.
“You are my very favorite person on the planet,” he murmurs in my ear, and I smile. These are the words we’ve chosen instead of the more standard I love you, and to me they mean so much more. Every time they roll off his tongue they hit me like a promise. I like you the most, and I always will.
“You’re my very favorite person, too.”
My girlfriends assure me this won’t last forever, this connection I feel with my own husband. Any day now, they tell me, familiarity will fizzle my fire, and I will suddenly start noticing other men. I will stain my cheeks and gloss my lips for nameless, faceless strangers who are not my husband, and I will imagine them touching me in places only a husband should have access to. The seven-year itch, my girlfriends call it, and I can barely imagine such a thing, because today—seven years and a day—Will’s hand glides across my skin, and the only itch I feel is for him.
My eyelids flutter closed, his touch stirring up a tingling that says I’ll likely be late for work.
“Iris?” he whispers.
“Hmm?”
“I forgot to change the filters on the air conditioner.”
I open my eyes. “What?”
“I said, I forgot to change the filters on the air conditioner.”
I laugh. “That’s what I thought you said.” Will is a brilliant computer scientist with ADD tendencies, and his brain is so crammed with facts and information that he’s always forgetting the little things...just usually not during sex. I attribute it to an unusually busy time at work combined with the fact he’s leaving for a three-day conference in Florida, so his to-do list today is longer than usual. “You can do it this weekend when you’re back.”
“What if it gets warm before then?”
“It’s not supposed to. And even if it does, surely the filters can wait a couple of days.”
“And your car could probably use an oil change. When’s the last time you took it in?”
“I don’t know.”
Will and I split our household duties neatly down gender lines. The cars and house upkeep are his department, the cooking and cleaning are mine. Neither of us much minds the division of labor. College taught me to be a feminist, but marriage has taught me to be practical. Making lasagna is so much more pleasant than cleaning the gutters.
