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»Bis dass der Tod uns scheidet«, haben wir uns versprochen. Und nur einer von uns wird diese Ehe lebend verlassen … Ich dachte, ich hätte die perfekte Ehe. Aber während unsere wunderschönen Kinder im Nebenzimmer friedlich schlafen, starre ich auf die Nachrichten zwischen meinem Mann Rob...

Als ich in eine Stadt zog, wo mich niemand kannte, nur mit einer kleinen Tasche voller Habseligkeiten, glaubte ich wirklich, meiner Vergangenheit entkommen zu sein. Es war kaum zu glauben, wie gut alles lief: Ich ergatterte meinen Traumjob, eine wunderschöne Wohnung und einen hingebungsvollen Freund. Zum ersten Mal seit Jahren begann ich, Menschen wieder zu vertrauen. Ich fing an, mich sicher zu fühlen. Aber jetzt passieren seltsame Dinge. Merkwürdige Geräusche in der Nacht, das ständige Gefühl, dass jemand an meiner Tür lauert.

You're not who you say you are. Neither is she. She thinks she knows me. She believes my marriage is falling apart at the seams, that my husband can barely look me in the eyes. She thinks I’m desperate for a baby, that my longing for a family keeps me up at night. As much as I hate to admit it, all of this is true. She thinks I listen to her advice, that I care about her opinion. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Because she has no idea who I am. She has no clue that I know everything. I know her secret. I know that she did the unforgivable. I know how many lives she ruined.

Just four words were printed in the card. He doesn’t love you. I’ve been dreaming about this day - marrying Adam, my childhood sweetheart, who I’ve loved for 18 years. I didn’t realize the perfect day would turn into the perfect nightmare. I was so excited to send out the wedding invitations, carefully writing everyone’s names on thick cream paper in beautiful cursive script. I had no idea I was inviting someone to destroy our marriage.

When I accepted a job working as a nanny for David and Julie and their young children, I was excited to be making my own way in the world. I bonded with baby Chloe instantly and would have done anything for her. She had David's thick, dark hair and smiling eyes. I fell in love with her and was excited for my future. But when a terrible mistake led to Chloe disappearing, I was instantly blamed. With no evidence, I was let go and I returned home to rebuild my life. Twenty years later and I am still haunted by what happened.

Creía que nuestro matrimonio era perfecto. Mientras nuestros hijos duermen tranquilos en la habitación de al lado, leo los mensajes que Rob, mi marido, ha intercambiado con otra mujer. Sus promesas de escaparse juntos me llenan los ojos de lágrimas. Piensan que pueden deshacerse de mí así como así. Que pueden destrozar la vida que hemos construido juntos. Rob no sabe que yo he descubierto sus secretos y que ahora sé lo necesario para destruirlo. Puedo seguir interpretando a la esposa perfecta un poco más. Haré lo que sea para proteger mi vida y a mis hijos.

I couldn’t believe it when I got the call to offer me my dream job. It was right in the heart of the city with a flat provided. I jumped at the chance, and within days I had made new friends and began dating a wonderful man. For the first time in years, I feel safe. But soon strange things begin to happen in my flat: odd noises in the night, the feeling that I’m being watched. When I discover an old dress hidden behind my wardrobe and wear it to work, the atmosphere chills instantly. The dress belonged to a girl my boss would rather forget. The girl before me who vanished.

She’s the shoulder you cry on when the father of your children disappears. She’s the person you turn to when he comes back, begging for forgiveness. She’s by your side when you discover his guilty secrets. She helps rock your babies to sleep when they cry. She’s your friend when you have no one else. She’s the woman upstairs, whose feet you hear treading above as you drift off at night, thankful you aren’t alone.

My best friend Gabbie has everything, a beautiful house, an adoring husband, and a lifestyle to die for. But now she’s missing. And my husband was the last person to see her alive.... The party on Laurel Street was meant to be a celebration, of neighbors coming together as friends. But as I look at the shocked faces around me and the wine glass smashed on the floor, I know that our perfect community will never be the same.

I stare at the messages between my husband Rob and another woman, their plans to run away together bringing tears to my eyes as I stand, trembling, in our luxurious apartment. I thought I had the perfect marriage. As our three beautiful children sleep soundly in the next room, I think about our family holidays, our romantic date nights, and the day Rob proposed to me. In the last few months, I haven’t complained about his late-night meetings or got jealous about his weekends away. I trusted my husband. But now I’m questioning everything.