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**The Wife Between Us. A Novel by Greer Hendricks, Sarah Pekkanen** is an educational resource in **History & Humanities** (Wife Between Us. A Novel by Greer Hendricks, Sarah Pekkanen) published to the Reason Orbit knowledge repository.
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[Page 3] Begin Reading Table of Contents About the Authors Copyright Page Thank you for buying this St. Martin’s Press ebook. To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. Or visit us online at us.macmillan.com/newslettersignup For email updates on Greer Hendricks, click here. For email updates on Sarah Pekkanen, click here. [Page 4] The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillanusa.com/piracy. [Page 5] From Greer: For John, Paige, and Alex, with love and gratitude From Sarah: For the ones who encouraged me to write this book [Page 6] PART ONE [Page 7] PROLOGUE S HE WALKS BRISKLY DOWN the city sidewalk, her blond hair bouncing against her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, a gym bag looped over her forearm. When she reaches her apartment building, her hand dips into her purse and pulls out her keys. The street is loud and busy, with yellow cabs racing by, commuters returning from work, and shoppers entering the deli on the corner. But my eyes never stray from her. She pauses in her entryway and briefly glances back over her shoulder. An electrical charge seems to pulse through me. I wonder if she feels my stare. Gaze detection, it’s called—our ability to sense when someone is observing us. An entire system of the human brain is devoted to this genetic inheritance from our ancestors, who relied on the trait to avoid becoming an animal’s prey. I’ve cultivated this defense in myself, the sensation of static rising over my skin as my head instinctively lifts to search out a pair of eyes. I’ve learned the danger of dismissing that warning. But she simply turns in the opposite direction, then opens her door and disappears inside, never looking my way. She is oblivious to what I have done to her. She is unaware of the damage I have wrought; the ruin I have set in motion. To this beautiful young woman with the heart-shaped face and lush body —the woman my husband, Richard, left me for—I’m as invisible as the pigeon scavenging on the sidewalk next to me. [Page 8] She has no idea what will happen to her if she continues like this. None at all.