My Husband's Wife: A Novel
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Price: 14.99
Last update: 02-02-2026
Product details
- ASIN : B0F3WKFBFF
- Publisher : Flatiron Books: Pine & Cedar
- Accessibility :
- Publication date : January 20, 2026
- Language : English
- File size : 3.1 MB
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 313 pages
- ISBN-13 : 978-1250337825
- Page Flip : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank:#18 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- Domestic Thrillers (Books)
- Marriage & Divorce Fiction
- Family Life Fiction (Books)
- Customer Reviews:4.64.6 out of 5 stars(76)
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- M. M.new favoriteMy Husband’s Wife is my new favorite Alice Feeney book! The multiple unreliable narrators and the fast moving and twisty story had everything I wanted in a psychological thriller. I could not put this book down and read it in less than 24hrs.
- Get Your Tinsel in a TangleThis Is My House, My Husband, and My Breakdown, ThanksThis book starts with a banger of a question: what do you do when you come back from a jog and find some budget version of yourself answering your door… wearing your dress… with your man telling you you’ve never existed? Because I’ll tell you what Eden Fox does. She spirals. And I, personally, grabbed popcorn because Alice Feeney came here to play.
“My Husband’s Wife” is chaos in a clifftop manor. And I mean capital C Chaos. You’ve got Eden, the artist with trauma and cheekbones, gearing up for her first big gallery show. She steps out for a run to clear her head (classic protagonist move), and when she returns, her entire life has been stolen by a woman who looks eerily like her. Like… evil-twin-but-hot situation. And her husband? He’s just standing there like a confused Ken doll insisting, “This is my wife. You’re… who?”
Meanwhile, in a completely different timeline (because Feeney said we’re not following one woman into madness, we’re following TWO), there’s Birdy. Sweet, surly, dying Birdy. She’s been given a death sentence and an inheritance from a grandmother she didn’t know existed. So naturally she moves into the same house, Spyglass. Yes, that Spyglass. To spend her final months quietly unraveling a web of secrets like it’s her part-time job. And let me tell you, this girl could give Miss Marple a run for her money and beat her in a fistfight.
This book is basically like if “The Wife Between Us,” “Black Mirror,” and whatever fever dream M. Night Shyamalan wakes up from at 3 a.m. had a child… and that child was raised by a Cornish ghost.
The twists? Absolutely unhinged. There’s a literal identity vortex that had me questioning my name. Feeney flings you back and forth between POVs, time periods, and deeply untrustworthy narrators like you’re in some kind of emotional centrifuge. And just when you think you’ve landed on solid ground... BAM. Another reveal knocks you right back into the abyss of confusion and betrayal.
And the audiobook? Don’t even get me started. Bel Powley devoured her performance. Henry Rowley brings major brooding man energy (I trust him zero percent and I love him), and Richard Armitage’s voice should be illegal in at least six countries. Add in moody sound design and you’ve basically got an immersive thriller podcast on steroids. I was so tense I forgot to breathe during two separate scenes. Realizing it only because I heard my own spine cracking.
Now, does this book occasionally get a little too twist-drunk? Yes. There are parts where it dips its toe into soap opera territory and then does a cannonball off the high dive. But honestly? I loved that. It’s like Feeney said, “What if we gave every single character an entire suitcase of secrets and a monologue about fate?” and then dared us to keep up. I did not keep up. I was dragged by the plot like a body down a gravel path… and I had a great time.
This isn’t a book you casually read over a cup of tea. This is a book you binge, side-eying every character and clutching your metaphorical pearls as the final twist rears its head like, “Surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.”
Feeney’s back in full force with a story that’s twisty, vicious, and weirdly moving in that “wow, trauma really does bond people” kind of way. Four stars for the ride, the gasp-worthy reveals, and the unhinged, high-camp thrill of watching people absolutely lose their minds over one man who frankly… might not be worth it.
Whodunity Award: For Making Me Doubt the Existence of My Own Husband, House, and Haircut
Huge thanks to Macmillan Audio and NetGalley for the advanced audiobook. This wasn’t just a listen, it was a full-blown psychological event. Between the killer narration from Bel Powley, Henry Rowley, and Richard Armitage, and those eerie sound effects, I felt like I was inside Spyglass... and deeply unwell. - Amazon CustomerMy Husband’s WifeAlice Feeney books never disappoint, but this one is fabulous. You never know where you are going when you start but just keep going. Highly recommend!
- JJSo good!Fantastic!! Been looking for a good book to read, and this was it!!!
- EthanA Bold, Bizarre, and Brilliant Feeney ThrillerThe best thrillers hook you from the very first page, setting up a situation so tantalizing you can’t help but keep reading. That’s long been the case with Alice Feeney’s books. She has a knack for devising irresistible hooks, writing stories you’re instantly drawn into. While she may not always stick the landing, Feeney never plays it safe. She always swings for the fences. Her latest thriller, My Husband’s Wife, is no exception. Its a twisty page-turner with an opening so audacious it may be the hookiest first chapter I read all year.
It’s been a big week for Eden Fox. She’s just moved into Spyglass, a historic home in the small coastal town of Hope Falls, and tonight marks her first gallery exhibition as an artist. Sure, it’s only the local gallery in her new hometown, but Eden can’t help believing this could be the break she’s been dreaming of. Naturally, her nerves are shot, so she turns to the one thing that always calms her: a run. As she moves, her worries fall away, leaving only the sound of her measured breath and her feet hitting the pavement in steady rhythm.
When Eden returns home, she feels refreshed and renewed—ready to face the day ahead. But when she slides her key into the lock of her new house, it doesn’t fit. She tries again. Still nothing. She left everything inside—her phone, her wallet—so, hoping her husband is still home, she rings the doorbell.
Relief flickers when she sees movement on the other side of the door. But when it opens, she’s greeted by a woman she doesn’t recognize—one who looks eerily like her. Eden demands to know who she is and why she’s in her home. The woman calmly insists the house is hers.
And when Eden’s husband appears at the door to see what the commotion is about, the situation turns even more terrifying. He insists that the stranger standing beside him is his wife.
From the very beginning of My Husband’s Wife, Alice Feeney presents readers with an impossible situation. It’s a case of stolen identity that had me glued to the pages from the start. She pairs this central mystery with the story of another woman who, six months earlier, inherited Spyglass, was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and encountered a mysterious medical company that claimed it could predict the exact date of a person’s death.
These two threads alternate, pulling readers across shifting perspectives and timelines until everything converges in a conclusion that feels both earned and inevitable. Feeney isn’t aiming for strict realism here, but if you’re willing to go with the flow, you’ll be rewarded. I’ve found her work to be hit or miss in the past, but My Husband’s Wife is a definite hit for me. Go in with as few preconceptions as possible and enjoy the ride. I certainly did.