The Wife Upstairs by Freida McFadden

Victoria Barnett has it all.

A great career. A handsome and loving husband. A beautiful home in the suburbs and a plan to fill it with children. Life is perfect—or so it seems.

Then she’s in a terrible accident… and everything falls apart.

Now Victoria is unable to walk. She can’t feed or dress herself. She can’t even speak. She is confined to the top floor of her house with twenty-four-hour care.

Sylvia Robinson is hired by Victoria’s husband to help care for her. But it turns out Victoria isn’t as impaired as Sylvia was led to believe. There’s a story Victoria desperately wants to tell… if only she could get out the words. R

Then Sylvia discovers Victoria’s diary hidden away in a drawer.

And what’s inside is shocking.

Review

Adam seems to be the perfect man: handsome, with a beautiful home, kind and caring towards his wheelchair bound wife, Victoria, so of course when he offers Sylvia a job to help with her care she doesn’t think twice about it and accepts right away, with maybe a bit more intentions than just getting a new professional opportunity.

I read Verity and The Wife Upstairs by Rachel Hawkins before this one, so Freida’s version is the last retelling I read of Jane Eyre – though I still have to read the OG!

I of course knew how this was going to down but I liked the little new twists that Freida did, if only for how they made the book/story “hers”, but I didn’t like how all things ended. Loved the dual POV chapters from Sylvia and Victoria, though.

As it is as always with McFadden’s books this was fast, engaging, and the writing just sucks you in even though the plot itself isn’t new nor you feel like the book is outstanding. Her writing is just so addictive and I know I am bound to have a great time whenever I pick up one of her books.