Sociopath's Guide to a Successful Marriage - M.K. Oliver
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There's a dead body in my living room.I've not called the police because it was I who stabbed him.
Seven times in all. The truth is, it's surprisingly difficult to dispatch someone with a vegetable knife.In case you're wondering, the dead man is not my husband. I do resent our pitiful sex life and his woeful lack of ambition, but I wouldn't murder him for it.
Not yet, anyway.Right now, I have far more pressing concerns: scheming to get my daughter into the perfect school; buying my dream home in Hampstead; and disposing of a corpse.A woman's work is never done. I've created the perfect life - and I'll kill to keep it.
