Help! There's a Dead Italian in my Bed!

Divorce is not an option in Cascais high society. Keeping my Italian lover a secret felt like the perfect rebellion - until the moment I hear my husband's key turn in the front door lock and realize the man beside me in bed has stopped breathing. If I call the authorities, my family name will be dragged through the mud and I'll be disowned before sunset. I only have one choice left: I must make the body disappear on my own. Blind as a bat after losing my contact lenses, the next twenty-four hours turn into a logistical nightmare. Between desperate lies whispered to my husband in the hallway and nosy neighbors camped outside with cast-iron casseroles, I try desperately to maintain social appearances and keep control of the villa before the sun rises over the luxury gated community. But in the dark of that minimalist house, every decision I make to save myself seems to be pushing me straight into the abyss. Is panic driving me mad, or are there secrets in that hallway that I simply cannot see? In Patrícia Isabel Paulo's fifth novel, suffocating suspense meets the finest dark humor. A claustrophobic trap where social appearances come at a devastating price.