Sociopath's Guide to a Succesful 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
