Her Perfect Lie

My marriage to Dr. Thad LaRue is perfect. Idyllic. So why do I feel like he's hiding something...again? Two years ago, there was another woman. Younger. Prettier. When she fell to her death on the cliffs, it was ruled a suicide. But I’ve always wondered...Now, there’s a new woman—our beautiful, divorced neighbor. She says her new boyfriend calls her “his lucky day. ”The exact words Thad once said to me. It’s just a coincidence. I’m just paranoid. Or crazy. The result of the oxy and wine that numbs the pain from my accident. From life. Right? To find out, I invite her to our annual holiday party. The next morning, she’s found stabbed to dead. Two women. Two affairs. Two deaths. Every woman Thad touches ends up dead. Except me. Or is it because of me?