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Als Katelyn ihren sechsunddreißigsten Geburtstag mit Freunden und Familie feiert, ahnt sie nicht, wie schnell ihre heile Welt zerbrechen kann. Denn am nächsten Tag wacht sie verängstigt und orientierungslos im Krankenhaus auf. Sie kann sich nicht an ihre Party erinnern. Nicht an die furchtbaren Worte ihres Ehemannes oder an die zerstörerische Wut ihrer besten Freundin. Auf die Frage, was passiert sei, antwortet ihr Mann nur »Nichts«. Aber bei seinen Worten gefriert Katelyn das Blut in den Adern. Sie erkennt an seinem Tonfall, dass er lügt.

After that summer, I swore I’d never come back to Clover Lane. But when my aunt left us her house, I couldn’t say no. The last in a neat row of houses with white fences and countryside views, it was the life I’d always dreamed of for my family. They deserved it, even if I didn’t. As the last boxes are unpacked and neighbours drop by to welcome us, I see the sparkle back in my daughter Morgan’s eyes and know we’re safe.

I can’t believe how lucky I am. I’m sitting by the glittering pool at a stunning Greek villa with my handsome boyfriend by my side. He’s treating me to a week on a sun-drenched island. The only problem is that we’re not the only couple staying here… Dominic has invited his university friends. When I’m introduced to Victoria, Simone and their husbands, I see Simone’s lip curl and my stomach drops. I know that I’m not going to fit in with these beautiful people and their charmed lives. But despite their expensive clothes and smooth words, the cracks in their perfect lives begin to show.

Ich bin seit über zwanzig Jahren mit meinem sanftmütigen, liebenden Ehemann Lachlan verheiratet. Er ist mein Ein und Alles, und ich könnte nicht glücklicher sein. Bis meine beste Freundin etwas sagt, das mich alles infrage stellen lässt …Sie findet es merkwürdig, dass Lachlan in der Nähe von gleich zwei unaufgeklärten Mordfällen gelebt hat: Der Mord einer Frau in dem kleinen schottischen Dorf, in dem er aufgewachsen ist, und der grauenvolle Tod unserer Nachbarin. Sicherlich nur ein Zufall, oder?

I walk up the steps into the marble hall. I’m in a beautiful dress, a fake smile fixed on my face. The ceremony will start soon. I’m pretending everything is fine. I think back to how it started. The handsome stranger I met one night, charming and vulnerable, his brown eyes fixed on me like they saw right through me. I know now that our meeting was no coincidence. But I could never have dreamed how far he would go, and how powerless I would be to stop him.

Ich war die andere Frau. Die Geliebte. Alle gaben mir die Schuld am Tod von Dr. Drew Devlin. Und ich habe den Preis dafür bezahlt, den falschen Mann geliebt zu haben. Ich habe alles verloren – Freunde, Familie, mein Haus und sogar meine Freiheit. Drews hinterhältige Frau Fern hat mein Leben zerstört. Und sie denkt, sie kommt ungeschoren mit einem Mord davon. Aber da liegt sie falsch. Es ist Zeit für Rache. Für mich … und für mein Baby.

James and I were the perfect couple. He swept me off my feet, and after years of marriage, we still seemed totally in love. Then his sudden death destroyed everything. This girls’ trip to Paris with my best friends is my first chance to try and start again. But at Lyndy’s words, my heart races in my chest. The police said my husband’s death was accidental. If Lyndy thinks I killed him… what else does she know? I can’t believe my best friend would turn on me. After everything we’ve been through. Everything we covered up for her…

Sie schwört auf ihre Unschuld. Aber jeder hat Leichen im Keller. Nora Davis hatte keine Ahnung, dass ihr Vater jahrelang Frauen im Keller ermordete, während sie oben in ihrem Zimmer Hausaufgaben machte. Bis eines Tages die Polizei vor ihrer Tür stand. Jahrzehnte später sitzt ihr Vater immer noch hinter Gittern, und Nora selbst ist eine erfolgreiche Chirurgin mit einem ruhigen Privatleben. Niemand weiß von ihrer Vergangenheit, und sie wird alles dafür tun, damit es auch so bleibt.

As I watch Darren bury his wife’s body in the backyard, I know I need to act fast. I’m going to be her replacement. He’ll never know what’s coming… The next day, I smile down at Darren in bed next to me. When he wakes up, I’m going to tell him I’m his new wife. I’ll keep this beautiful house clean and host the most fabulous dinner parties. He’ll wonder what’s going on. He’ll wonder how I got into his house. We both know I’m not really his wife. But he will never be able to get rid of me.

He offers me his hand and a too-white smile. But my heart stops as I take in his familiar face. This man knows my deepest, darkest secret. And the last time I saw him, he was dead… I adore every second of my life as a wife and mother. Once a week–laundry folded, dinner simmering, my kids upstairs tackling homework–I kiss my gorgeous husband’s cheek, grab my gym bag and head out the door, thanking my lucky stars for this happy life.

When I spot I’m in row 13 on the flight, I barely notice. I’m not superstitious. But then I am offered the window seat by a stranger with melting brown eyes and no wedding ring. As we begin to chat, I find myself drawn to him. I never imagined that just half an hour later, I’d be clutching his hand, passengers screaming around us as our plane plummets terrifyingly through the night sky…

Alex and I haven’t been dating for very long when I go to his place for the first time. Feeling self-conscious as I notice a thread coming loose on my dress, he pours me a glass of wine and I take in the pristine room and expensive furnishings. Everything here is perfect, too perfect. Where are the personal touches, the souvenirs from his life? Where are the photos of his friends and family? ‘You can trust me,’ Alex says as he hands me the wine, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I really want this to work, especially after the disaster of my last relationship.

Looking out at our beautiful estate, the home I thought we’d raise our future children in, I watch helplessly as my husband Paul takes his mistress’s arm and leads her inside. My heart twists as they laugh together, without a care in the world. If he and Marianne think they can start over without me, they’re gravely mistaken. I worked myself to the bone for him, keeping our home pristine, supporting his art, using funds from my business to keep us afloat. Tears fill my eyes as I remember all the lonely nights I spent waiting for him to come home.

Doch dann sagt Simon plötzlich den Namen einer anderen Frau, und die Art und Weise, wie er ihren Namen ausspricht, Caroline, lässt Marianne einen Schauer über den Rücken laufen. Aber sie weiß, dass sie diesen Anflug des Misstrauens nicht zu ernst nehmen darf.

I stare at the photograph. It was taken on an ordinary day at the park. The four of us look so happy–our smiles wide and cheeks rosy. But just a month after this image was taken, I lost everything. I’m watching them now, walking in the park together: my handsome husband, my beautiful daughter and my adorable son. They’re with her. She’s playing happy families with my loved ones. She stole them from me. She thinks she’s got rid of me. But I’m going to get my family back. And I’m going to get revenge…

The night I escaped from our abductor was the last time I saw my sister. I’ve never forgiven myself for the fact that I made it out and she didn’t. By the time the police found where we were held, there was no sign of her. Or the man that took us. I’ve spent decades trying to forget that I couldn’t save my own sister. But on the anniversary of our abduction, I find a black rose on my car. There’s no one in the parking lot, but I know it’s a warning. My stomach churns to think it could be from the monster who held us captive all those years ago, wanting to take back what he believes is his.

When Jessie enters Tag, You’re It, she thinks she knows what she’s getting into. A sprawling, isolated mansion in beautiful countryside. Twenty contestants, all supposedly strangers. The rules seem simple… 1. Each day, one of you is ‘It’. 2. The person who is ‘It’ must complete a secret task to tag someone else. 3. Whoever ends the day as ‘It’ is out… and loses the chance to win millions. But most importantly… Don’t. Trust. Anybody.

ICH: Ich schaue auf das süße Neugeborene in meinen Armen, aber anstatt Liebe empfinde ich nur Panik. Denn dies ist nicht mein Kind. Mein Mann und die Hebamme werfen mir besorgte Blicke zu. Alle denken, ich wäre verrückt. Aber der winzige Junge beginnt zu schreien, und ich bin mir absolut sicher: Er spürt, dass ich nicht seine Mutter bin. Und ich werde vor nichts Halt machen, um meinen Sohn zu finden.

Ich habe meinen Mann geliebt, aber er hat mich hintergangen. Und jetzt ist der einst charmante Dr. Drew Devlin tot. Als ich die Tür zu dem luxuriösen Haus aufschließe, das ich mit dem Geld von Drews Lebensversicherung gekauft habe, bin ich mir sicher, dass die schlimmsten Tage hinter mir liegen. Mein Geheimnis ist sicher, und ich kann es kaum erwarten, mein neues Leben zu genießen.

Stroking her baby bump in the new home she shares with boyfriend Jack, Kara jumps at a knock at the door. On the doorstep stands Jack’s former mother-in-law. ‘Your boyfriend killed my daughter,’ she says. Jack always said his ex, Natalia, disappeared on a family holiday. It’s a heartbreaking story – and Kara knows she’ll never replace his first love.