The Missing Wife
SAM CARRINGTON
A
dark and compelling new thriller from the bestselling author of SAVING
SOPHIE. Perfect for fans of Little Darlings and How to Get Away with
Murder.
Imagine turning up to your own party, and recognising no one. Your best friend has just created your worst nightmare.
Louisa
is
an exhausted, sleep-deprived new mother and, approaching her fortieth
birthday, the very last thing she wants to do is celebrate.
But when her best friend
Tiff organises a surprise
party, inviting the entire list of Lou’s Facebook friends, she’s faced
with a new source of anxiety altogether: a room full of old college
classmates who she hasn’t spoken to in twenty years.
And
one person in particular she never expected to see again is there – her
ex-boyfriend from college, the handsome and charismatic
Oliver Dunmore. When Oliver’s wife Melissa
goes missing after the party, everyone remembers what happened that
night differently. It could be the alcohol, but it seems more than one
person has something to hide.
Louisa is determined to find the truth about what happened to Melissa. But just how far does she need to look…?
One
simple Facebook invitation unfolds into something both tragic and
monstrous; a story of obsessive love, breath-taking deception and
masterful manipulation.
ENDS
About The Author
Sam
Carrington lives in Devon with her husband and three children. She
worked for the NHS for 15 years, during which time she qualified as a
nurse. Following
the completion of a Psychology degree
she went to work for the prison service as an Offending Behaviour Facilitator.
Her
experiences within this field inspired her writing. She left the
service to spend time with her family and to follow her dream of being a
novelist.
Extract
The quiet murmurings that stopped as Louisa walked in the
room, the closely guarded messages on his iPhone, the way he flitted about when
Tiff was around – those were the little things that gave him away. He’d never
been able to keep secrets. It’d been something Louisa had found endearing when
she’d first met him on Millennium Eve at the party she shouldn’t have been at.
But nineteen years later, his inability to hide anything despite believing he
could – and that he was good at it – had lost its appeal.
Noah screamed in her left ear. She shifted the small bundle
from one shoulder to the other, dragging the damp, sickly-smelling muslin
square along with him, and bounced him in a vain attempt to console his colicky
cries. He’d been howling for three days straight, Louisa was certain. As
certain as she could be in her ‘new mum’ catatonic state, where each day rolled
into the next with no real context, no definition or concept of time. Instead
of faffing about secretively on his phone, Brian would be better served taking
Noah and giving her five minutes to herself. Even going to the loo was a luxury
these days.
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