Mary Kubica - The Other Mrs

She tried to run, but she can’t escape the other Mrs.

Sadie and Will Foust have only just moved their family from bustling Chicago to small-town Maine when their neighbor Morgan Baines is found dead in her home. The murder rocks their tiny coastal island, but no one is more shaken than Sadie.

But it’s not just Morgan’s death that has Sadie on edge. It’s the eerie and decrepit old home they inherited. It’s Will’s disturbed teenage niece, Imogen, with her threatening presence. And it’s the troubling past that continues to wear at the seams of their family.

As the eyes of suspicion turn toward the new family in town, Sadie is drawn deeper into the mystery of Morgan’s death. But Sadie must be careful, for the more she discovers about Mrs. Baines, the more she begins to realize just how much she has to lose if the truth ever comes to light.

MARY KUBICAis The New York Times bestselling author of five novels, including The Good Girl . She holds a Bachelor of Arts degree from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, in History and American Literature. She lives outside of Chicago with her husband and two children.

Visit Mary at http://www.marykubica.com/

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Praise for The Other Mrs

‘Kubica ratchets up tension and intrigue in The Other Mrs .

Her salacious, thoroughly mysterious characters bear the qualities

we all crave in a thriller – seductive, seemingly unknowable, and

altogether unpredictable’

Karin Slaughter

‘Terrifying. Kubica’s best work yet’

Caroline Kepnes, author of You

‘Brilliantly propulsive and engrossing, with twists you won’t see

coming, The Other Mrs is that rare thing: a thriller with heart’

JP Delaney, author of The Girl Before

‘A labyrinth of deception and family secrets, each one more

shocking than the last, with an ending that left me thunderstruck’

Samantha Downing, author of My Lovely Wife

‘Mary Kubica’s best book yet! I tore through the twisty,

spine-tinglingly creepy pages’

Sarah Pekkanen, co-author of The Wife Between Us

‘An utterly absorbing tale of deception and subterfuge’

Liv Constantine, author of The Other Mrs Parrish

Praise for Mary Kubica

‘Creepy and oh so clever, with a brilliant twist!’

Alice Feeney, author of Sometimes I Lie

‘Brilliant, intense, and utterly addictive’

B A Paris, author of Behind Closed Doors

‘Grabs you from the moment it starts’

Daily Mail

‘Gets right under your skin and leaves its mark.

A tremendous read’

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For Michelle and Sara

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Praise

Dedication

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

About the Publisher

There’s something off about the house. Something that nags at me, makes me feel uneasy, though I don’t know what it is that makes me feel this way. On the surface, it’s perfectly idyllic, gray with a large covered porch, one that runs the full width of the house. It’s boxy and big, a foursquare farmhouse with windows aligned in rows, symmetrical in a way I find eye-pleasing. The street itself is charming, sloped and tree-covered, each home as lovely and well kept as the next.

On the surface, there’s nothing not to like. But I know better than to take things at face value. It doesn’t help that the day, like the house, is gray. If the sun were out maybe I’d feel differently.

“That one,” I say to Will, pointing at it because it’s identical to the one in the picture that was given to Will from the executor of the estate. He’d flown in last week, to Portland, to take care of the official paperwork. Then he’d flown back, so we could drive here together. He hadn’t had time to see the house then.

Will pauses, bringing the car to rest in the street. He and I lean forward in our seats at exactly the same time, taking it in, as do the boys in the back seat. No one speaks, not at first, not until Tate blurts out that the house is gigantic—transposing his soft and his hard g’s as seven-year-olds have a tendency to do—and Will laughs, overjoyed that someone besides him can see the advantage of our move to Maine.

The house is not gigantic, not really, but in comparison to a 1,200-square-foot condo, it is, especially when it comes with its own yard. Tate has never had his own yard before.