
Thriller
The Wives
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No marriage is perfect, but this one makes you question: How well do you know your spouse—and yourself?
Psychological
Creepy
Love triangle
Unlikeable narrator
You’ve never met the other wives. None of you know each other, and because of this unconventional arrangement, you can see your husband only one day a week. But you love him so much you don’t care. Or at least that’s what you’ve told yourself.
But one day, while you’re doing laundry, you find a scrap of paper in his pocket—an appointment reminder for a woman named Hannah, and you just know it’s another of the wives.
You thought you were fine with your arrangement, but you can’t help yourself: you track her down, and, under false pretenses, you strike up a friendship. Hannah has no idea who you really are. Then Hannah starts showing up to your coffee dates with telltale bruises, and you realize she’s being abused by her husband. Who, of course, is also your husband. But you’ve never known him to be violent, ever.
Who exactly is your husband, and how far would you go to find the truth? Would you risk your own life? And who is his mysterious third wife?
He comes over on Thursday every week. That’s my day, I’m Thursday. It’s a hopeful day, lost in the middle of the more important days; not the beginning or the end, but a stop. An appetizer to the weekend. Sometimes I wonder about the other days and if they wonder about me. That’s how women are, right? Always wondering about each other—curiosity and spite curdling together in little emotional puddles. Little good that does; if you wonder too hard, you’ll get everything wrong.
I set the table for two. I’m a little buzzed as I lay out the silverware, pausing to consider the etiquette of what goes where. I run my tongue along my teeth and shake my head. I’m being silly; it’s just me and Seth tonight—an at-home date. Not that there’s anything else—we don’t do regular dates very often at the risk of being seen. Imagine that... not wanting to be seen with your husband. Or your husband not wanting to be seen with you. The vodka I sipped earlier has warmed me, made my limbs loose and careless. I almost knock over the vase of flowers as I place a fork next to a plate: a bouquet of the palest pink roses. I chose them for their sexual innuendo because when you’re in a position like mine, being on top of your sexual game is of the utmost importance. Look at these delicate, pink petals. Do they make you think of my clit? Good!
To the right of the vaginal flowers sit two white candles in silver candlestick holders. My mother once told me that under the flickering light of a candle flame, a woman can almost look ten years younger. My mother cared about those things. Every six weeks a doctor slid a needle into her forehead, pumping thirty cc’s of Botox into her dermis. She had a subscription to every glossy fashion magazine you could name and collected books on how to keep your husband. No one tries that hard to keep their husband unless they’ve already lost him. I used to think her shallow, back when my ideals were untainted by reality. I had big plans to be anything but my mother: to be loved, to be successful, to make beautiful children. But the truth is that the heart’s desire is a mere current against the tide of nurture and nature. You can spend your whole life swimming against it and eventually you’ll get tired and the current of genes and upbringing will pull you under. I became a lot like her and a little bit like me.
What do I need from a great thriller? I need an edge-of-your-seat plot. I need a narrator who grabs my attention and never lets it go. But I also need the story to show me something about real life, no matter how crazy or outlandish the plot gets.
At first glance, the premise of The Wives seems far-out. The narrator is a woman with a tightly controlled routine: She goes to work, she lives in a glassy condo, and she sees her husband on Thursday nights... because he spends the rest of the week with his two other wives. Yup: He’s a polygamist. Initially, I shook my head at this. I mean, what? How could you agree to that? How would the jealousy not destroy you?! But as the story went on, and as the narrator became more and more obsessed with uncovering the truth about the other wives, I began nodding my head instead of shaking it. Yeah, I thought. We will do crazy things for love.
The Wives is smart and juicy, with razor-sharp insights about how women will shape themselves around the desires of men. Maybe you don’t think you have much in common with the wife of a polygamist—but she’ll suck you in. She’s got a lot to tell you. And trust me, it’s not what you think.
Ashleigh J.
Ponte Vedra, FL
This book kept me guessing until the VERY END! WOW, what a plot twist and what an ending!! Tarryn Fisher pulled off an amazing psychological thriller. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Five stars, this is a must read!!
Libba S.
Oxford, MS
Talk about PLOT TWISTS. Just as soon as you think you know whats going on/going to happen, Taryn Fisher throws you for another loop. Kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Heather B.
Marengo, IA
Thursday’s husband, Seth, has two other wives. She’s never met them, & she doesn’t know anything about them. She agreed to this unusual arrangement BC she’s so crazy about him.Hang on for a wild ride!
Kassidy R.
Boulder , CO
Finished it in 2 days. It’s amazing! I couldn’t stop reading it. I didn’t know what to think until the last chapter. Now I want to talk to everyone about it, but you just can’t without spoiling it!
Kimberly W.
Westminster, CO
The Wives was ‘the’ twisted romance novel for me. It kept me on my toes and I just couldn’t put this book down! Several times I thought I had everything figured out only to be proven wrong once more.