This book was painfully stupid. It's not a murder mystery, despite the dead body in the prologue. You cannot solve the whodunnit without the withheld backstory, the reveal of which the author will tease you with for 200 pages. There is too much telling instead of showing, too much redundancy, as you reread the same scene over and over from multiple PoV internal monologues. No dialogues, and no proper scenes where the reader has to sift through body language or scenery for clues. None of it, the author spoon feeds you ever bite, you get information when she gives it... And in the end, what you learn isn't an interesting tragedy or revenge plot, it's more of an episode of Jerry Springer. And EVERYONE has the same marital structure and stress, everyone is dealing with physical abuse and a cheating husband, it's bizarre how many times the archetypes repeat themselves. Every single woman in this book is unsympathetic, regardless of the cheating spouses, they are all vain and shallow. I don't care about the circuitous thoughts of self-serving people. No one in this book deserved to be read about. Don't bother.