My Husband's Killer: The emotional, twisty new mystery from the #1 bestselling author of Friend Request

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Finally the malefactor character doesn't get away and finally there's a little justice for the victim (or I guess victims).

The vicar’s voice echoes up to the rafters, sonorously reading out the eulogy I wrote, the eulogy I put my whole heart into. By the end of the holiday Liz’s husband Andrew is dead, presumed drowned and all her friends are a suspect. On the day of her husband’s funeral, Liz’s whole world is turned upside down as she discovers evidence of him cheating. But I believed him, and have never experienced a speck of mistrust over all the time they’ve been working together. I did think it was strange that Leah and Adam didn't fight over their kid, but for some reason she had to hide her work trip from him.However, whilst dressing Liz finds something in one of his pockets that makes her believe that Andrew was having an affair. A mother discovers that the nanny who framed her for abandoning her 3-year-old daughter is her ex-husband's new girlfriend. Briefly, in the past; Liz and Andrew were invited to a weekend villa in Italy to celebrate the birthday of Todd, the boyfriend of the soon to be divorced Saffie (from Owen who is not there but is Andrews best friend). Originally I had mooted a non-religious ceremony but Andrew’s parents had objected, and as I didn’t have any strong feelings either way a church service seemed the right thing to do.

Laura Marshall gradually builds on the tension as the plot of the novel develops, but when the final revelations came, leading to some shocking, and hard-hitting reveals for Liz, the tension increases and reaches boiling point. I kept thinking ooo just one more chapter to find out what’s going on here, and before I knew it I had finished the book! There’s tension aplenty, you can often cut the atmosphere with a knife and often bears are deliberately poked for reactions which sends ripples like shockwaves through the group. The story flows in the past and present tense as, the exotic break away with the friends and new partners.The setting is beautiful, the gorgeous villa, all paid for by Todd, is pure luxury and the friends want for nothing. There are a lot of characters which did feel a little confusing to start with, but I soon became used to the different names and relationships. They set up the projector for the montage of photos of Andrew I spent hours putting together as I wept uncontrollably at his innocent childhood face.

I got the feeling that there was something more going on here behind the scenes, especially as Laura Marshall reveals her character’s true colours. We finish with a hymn to which I hardly bother to mouth along having let the vicar choose it, and a final prayer committing Andrew’s body, wherever it may be, to a God he had little belief in. Hey, after watching plenty of Lifetime flicks a la hack man David DeCoteau, you got no complaints here.It was only at the end of the book that I realised Laura Marshall herself was widowed young and she admitted to reflecting on some of her own experiences in the book. His wife, Liz, finds herself not only grieving but also burning with rage because she senses that one of her friends is lying. After a weekend in Italy, the group of friends comes home without Andrew, who was presumed drowned in the sea.

As Laura Marshall begins to reveal what happened, she introduces the rest of her cast, Liz and Andrew’s friends, who were on holiday with them in Italy. Her character started the movie with the stupidest action, but unlike a lot of other Lifetime "heroines," it didn't take her the whole movie to realize her mistake and own up to it. It’s so much better for the boys to be out here playing than sitting inside enduring a stream of well-meaning sympathy. My Husband’s Killer is another cracking psychological suspense novel from a new favourite author of mine! But Liz is left even more bereft, when she finds evidence that her husband may have been having an affair on the day of his funeral.

Todd is an an improbably good-looking, rich American with whom it transpired she’d been having an affair for some time, a betrayal of his best friend that Andrew – and I, if I’m honest - have struggled to come to terms with. She’s dressed conservatively (for her) in a deep purple maxi dress and tan suede boots, her pink-streaked chestnut brown curls tamed into submission in a knot at the nape of her neck, a hammered silver pendant hanging almost to her waist. The story focuses on a tight-knit group of friends who’ve known each other since university, and who have headed to Italy to celebrate the birthday of one of their partners. There are a lot of characters in this story and my poor addled brain did lose track of who was who and how they were all related at times.