The New York Times bestselling Queen of Twists is back with a psychological masterpiece that will leave you questioning everything you know about love, identity, and revenge.

Eden Fox, an artist on the brink of her big break, sets off for a run before her first exhibition. When she returns to the home she recently moved into, Spyglass, an enchanting old house in Hope Falls, nothing is as it should be. Her key doesn’t fit. A woman, eerily similar to her, answers the door. And her husband insists that the stranger is his wife.

One house. One husband. Two women. Someone is lying.

Six months earlier, a reclusive Londoner called Birdy, reeling from a life-changing diagnosis, inherits Spyglass. This unexpected gift from a long-lost grandmother brings her to the pretty seaside village of Hope Falls. But then Birdy stumbles upon a shadowy London clinic that claims to be able to predict a person’s date of death, including her own. Secrets start to unravel, and as the line between truth and lies blurs, Birdy feels compelled to right some old wrongs.

My Husband’s Wife is a tangled web of deception, obsession, and mystery that will keep you guessing until the last page. Prepare yourself for the ultimate mind-bending marriage thriller and step inside Spyglass – if you dare – to experience a story where nothing is as it seems.

I received an advance listening copy of this book courtesy of the publisher. All thoughts are my own.

This is a book I ultimately liked, even though it had me thoroughly confused for the first 90%, and it makes it tricky to review. This was only my second Alice Feeney novel, and while I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as the last one I read, it did confirm that her particular brand of mind-bending thriller is something I’ll keep coming back to, even if it’s going to take some time getting used to it.

Feeney’s writing style is very specific. She gives you just enough information to keep the story moving forward, but very few traditional clues. If you’re the type of reader who loves pulling apart a mystery, tracking red herrings, and building theories as you go, this approach can feel maddening. I spent a lot of time trying to solve things that, frankly, couldn’t be solved yet because the necessary pieces simply weren’t on the page. That can be frustrating, but it’s also kind of the point.

The story follows two women whose lives revolve around the same house, the same man, and very different versions of the truth. Eden Fox is an artist on the verge of a big break when she returns from a run to find that her key no longer fits her home. A woman who looks eerily like her answers the door. Even worse, Eden’s husband insists that this stranger is his wife. From there, the book spirals into a layered narrative that jumps between timelines and perspectives, including Birdy, a woman who inherits the same house months earlier and becomes entangled in secrets surrounding illness, fate, and buried family history.

What Feeney does exceptionally well is atmosphere. Spyglass, the old house at the center of everything, feels ominous and alive, like it’s holding secrets just out of reach. The shifting realities and blurred identities create a constant sense of unease. You’re never quite sure who to trust, what’s real, or how much of what you’re being told is intentional misdirection.

For me, the experience was mentally exhausting in a way that’s both good and bad. My brain was spinning the entire time, trying to make sense of what I was reading, and by the end I almost didn’t care what the final answers were because I was just tired and ready for it to be over. That doesn’t mean the book failed. It just means it operates differently than the mysteries and thrillers I usually gravitate toward.

Once the reveals started to land, there was a strange sense of satisfaction in being able to mentally backtrack and slot the missing information into place. At the same time, I know there are details I probably missed that would require a reread to fully click, and realistically, I don’t have time for that. This is very much a book that rewards close attention and possibly repeat visits.

I listened to this partly on audiobook while also reading, and I have to say the production quality was excellent. The narrators are all top-notch, and the sound design added an extra layer of immersion. The audio format actually helped me stay engaged during moments when I might have otherwise felt overwhelmed by the complexity.

While I didn’t love this quite as much as Feeney’s previous book, I still enjoyed it and admire the ambition behind it. It’s deliberately disorienting, tightly controlled, and unapologetically twisty. If you like thrillers that make you work, keep you off balance, and leave you sorting through revelations after the final page, this will probably be right up your alley.

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