The Second Life of Mark Harrison: He Had a Wife. So Did She.

He had a wife. So did she.New York City, 1996. On the morning of her tenth wedding anniversary, Elena Harrison finds a grocery receipt in her husband's jacket pocket. Milk. Juice boxes. A four-pack of strawberry cupcakes. Bought in Brooklyn, on a night Mark swore he was working late.Mark is lactose intolerant. And they have no children.What Elena uncovers over the next four days is not an affair. It is an architecture.A second wife. A second daughter. A brownstone three subway stops across the river, bought with her dead mother's inheritance and mortgaged against her own home - in her name, in someone else's handwriting.But Mark is a senior partner at a Midtown law firm who has spent ten years teaching Elena to doubt what she sees. He has a psychiatrist friend on Fifth Avenue who golfs with his firm's founding partner, and a committal form in his briefcase with her name already typed on it.Elena has four days. A handful of quarters for a payphone. And one unexpected ally - the other Mrs. Harrison.Two wives. One man. And every piece of paper he forgot to destroy.A slow-burn psychological thriller of betrayal, financial abuse and coercive control - and of two women who refuse to become enemies. For readers who love a domestic thriller where the wife does the detective work herself.