The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

There’s something in his expression that sends a chill down my spine. And then he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly. Almost like he’s trying to warn me. But he doesn’t say a word.

I wonder if she would feel the same way about me if she knew I spent the last ten years of my life in prison.

I watch her melt against him and ignore the twinge of jealousy in my chest.

Why not? That’s no worse than trying to kill her. But I can’t say that.

My warm feelings for him evaporate slightly. Andrew isn’t a guy I’m dating who is spoiling me with a Broadway show. He’s my employer. He’s married. He only brought me here because he feels sorry for me for being so uncultured. And I can’t let myself forget it.

I hired her to kill him. She just doesn’t know it.

The only person I can trust is myself.