The Tradwife's Lie by Bella Ellwood-Clayton

Thank you @zooloosBT For letting me be part of this tour and reviewing this book. The Tradeswife is a psychological genre, which is my favorite genre, and I read this book in a day and a half. I liked the cover, and the blurb instantly interested me, and I wanted to review this book and read it, and it did not let me down. There are a few narratives in the book. They are Marni, who is married to a doctor, and she’s very fragile, and she becomes pregnant and starts to find things out she didn’t want to. Then there’s Elka, who is controlling or running Westbrook with her husband and who has a family, but things are not what they seem with her either. I thoroughly enjoyed reading both ladies perspectives on how they were feeling, and it was nice to get to know them both. And actually, I really did like both of the characters and was genuinely interested in their story and was drawn to them both because they are entirely unique women. There is a significant amount of tension running through the book, and I did love the twists that were in there; I didn’t see them coming. I was hooked from the start, and I thoroughly enjoyed the Tradeswife lie. It was very well written, and I will definitely read books again by Bella Elwood Clayton. Fantastic psychological five stars. Bio Bella Ellwood-Clayton writes twisty domestic suspense about the secrets we hide from those closest to us. Her novels include The Tradwife's Lie, The Swimming Group, and Weekend Friends, praised as “unputdownable” by bestselling author Nicola Moriarty. Born in Canada, Bella now lives in Melbourne with her family and a small dog who has delusions of grandeur. Blurb In Westbrook, tradwives are currency. Belonging has a price. And the most dangerous thing a woman can do is change her mind. I didn’t come here to be brave. I came to disappear. After New York, after the firm, after everything that broke me, Westbrook felt safe. Predictable. A place where the rules were clear, and someone else made the decisions. I became a tradwife. My husband is a doctor. He’s a lot older than me. But he’s kind, and caring. Maybe too caring. I learned how this town really works — the rankings, the favors, the silence. I learned when to smile, when to look away, and which questions never get asked. Now I’m pregnant. But I can’t tell my husband. Now I know what happened to the women who stepped out of line. And now I understand the truth: Westbrook isn’t about tradition. It’s about control.