The Housemaid’s Secret by Freida McFadden

I Forgot My Class Because of Millie

PS: This is a book review 🙂

I fear I have read too many psychological thrillers, and now I am the problem.
I will hand it over to Freida McFadden though; she had me gripped from the epilogue, and 100 pages into the book, I came to the stark realization that I had forgotten to attend my class and spent my night reading.
Thank God the class is recorded and that Millie lives.

Millie, Millie, Millie… every time she made mention of what she had done and who she was before that would scare Brock away, I waited for some big reveal — I need to learn to manage my own expectations at this point.
I didn’t appreciate her dragging Brock along; I just remember thinking, “God, if someone takes me ‘fi idiat’ like this, please show it to me in a dream! Part the skies and shout at me that I need to find the door immediately.”
I promise I will listen, especially if you do the latter — I would question the first as my mind just playing tricks and making me want to sabotage something good because of my fear of vulnerability — blah blah blah.
My point: don’t be a meanie; don’t drag people along for your own selfish reasons!

I didn’t get a lot of history into Enzo; just a sexy Italian man who was in love with Millie and had to go back to Italy to stay with his dying mom, but Millie ended things when he was gone for too long — maybe him ending up being the villain would have jawed me.
I did however not expect that when Millie fired the gun, it was in fact not Wendy’s husband that she killed; I liked the mental game Freida played.
And the epilogue actually being Wendy’s POV and not Millie’s — way to pull one on me — respect.

Overall, I would give this book a 7/10.
It could have been longer and given more backstory to the characters — it sort of felt summarized, even rushed.