My Beloved Wife by Samantha Downing

On many occasions, the first to be deceived in the most gruesome cases, as well as unsuspected, are the relatives of the murderer. And fiction has taken care on different occasions to make us get that notion of the inconceivable. To delve deeper, everything usually comes to us from the perspective of an omniscient narrator who anticipates the shadows that nobody sees between the lights of the character on duty.

From Alfred Hitchcock but also Shari lapena and in this case Samantha Downing. Cinema and literature make domestic thrillers that parallelism between reality and fiction when the first surpasses the second no matter how much the Machiavellian mind of the day tries to find the darkest twist from the perfect crime. Perfect except for conscience. Because that always leaves a trace.

There is no shelter or den for those who try to hide their unspeakable secrets under the rugs of a shared home. And that is where fatality unravels like some small thread that hangs from the ball of the most ominous lie. The worst of all is that, as strange as it may seem, you can even distill a few drops of humor in the matter that blends perfectly with the general concern...

Our love story is simple. I met an extraordinary woman. We fall in love. We had children. We moved to the suburbs. We tell each other our big dreams and our darkest secrets. And then we start to get bored.

On the surface we are a normal couple. Like your neighbors, the parents of your child's best friend, the acquaintances you have dinner with from time to time. We all have our little secrets to keeping a marriage alive. Only ours includes murder.

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