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Anachronism posted 6/26/2009 00:20 AM

It's a little bit mass paperback, but I think Anita Shreve is a marvelous writer.

Most of her books indicate a considerable familiarity with affairs. No one truly gets away with it in her world, even when you think she's showing a little bit of sympathy for the wayward.

rivergirl81 posted 8/20/2009 15:03 PM

Testimony by Anita Shreve is the latest one of hers I've read. It may be her latest, I'm not sure. While the focus of the book is not infidelity, that topic is a parallel story line to the main conflict. I enjoyed it and also think Shreve is one of the best contemporary women writers.

stefanie posted 9/7/2009 11:12 AM

All we ever wanted was everything
author janelle brown.

i hate fiction books but this was a lovely, simple story.Very uplifting and a great read.

devastatedmomof2 posted 12/24/2010 11:18 AM

I'm responding to this thread so I can find it again. Is there a way to bookmark threads?

unicornsearcher posted 12/24/2010 11:53 AM

Maybe bookmarking this specific page using the favorites feature on your computer?

My classic fav infidelity book is Gone With the Wind, with the emotional affair btwn Ashley & Scarlett that goes on year after year.

I enjoyed the 19th Wife which I believe is also going to be shown on TV on New Years Eve on the Life channel. It's based on early mormon polygamy, is historically correct in a lot of details & I enjoyed researching the main character to see what her life was like in real life.

I liked the Day Late, Dollar Short book by Terry McMillan (that may not be the exact title or correct spelling of her name). You may not know but she based her "Waiting to Exhale" book on her real life romance & subsequent marriage to someone that in real life ended up telling her he was gay while wanting significant alimony. This book was written after the "they lived happily ever after" ending of the first book, if I recall correctly.

Dang, I read a really great one not that long ago I may still have here somewhere, but can't remember the name. The H dies & the wife finds out that not does he have an OW & has for years, but he screwed up paying the taxes, the OW ran up a ton of cc debt at fancy stores in the BS name, etc. How she goes from meek, kept in the dark, barely left the house BS to the end of the book has you rooting for her page by page as she works to undo all the damage her H & his OW did.

I loved the Tuscany movie a ton but the book not so much which is rare, usually I like the books better.

[This message edited by unicornsearcher at 12:35 PM, December 24th (Friday)]

unicornsearcher posted 12/27/2010 02:40 AM

The book where the H dies then the BS finds out about OW is:

"Over His Dead Body: A Novel of Sweet Revenge" by
Leslie Glass.

EXCERPT: Chapter 1

Life holds out its little surprises. Our stories unfold sideways, backwards, upside down. In a single second truth can be shuffled like cards & scattered in all directions, never to be arranged the same way again.

So it was with Cassandra Sales. At the moment she had her epiphany, she was kneeling in her garden surrounded by the exploding beauty of spring. Years of devoted attention to this garden had yielded absolute perfection, a feast of nature's botanical wonders.

...Now the tulips, the parrot kind, with ruffled feathers in pink & green. So thick, no earth could be seen below them. The beds were fully planted. There was no room for more.

Above, a number of dogwood trees were in bloom. Two weeping cherry trees wept copiously by the front door. The whole garden enchilada on just over a half-acre plot. The place was a tiny gem.

Cassie's lifestyle was nowhere near as grand as her husband's business success as a top wine importer suggested it should be, & her house was nothing special either. It was just a step or two above the ordinary clapboard colonial, surrounded by thousands of similar two- & three-bedroom suburban dwellings of brick or shingle with two-car garages in old & pleasant neighborhoods on the North Shore of Long Island.

It was her landscaping & gardens that put the property in an altogether different league from anything else around it. Everyone who went through the gate into the backyard felt the magic Cassie had brought to the place.

An arbor was covered with roses all summer long. A small greenhouse contained an orchid collection that seemed continuously in bloom. A flagstone patio around the twenty-by-thirty in-ground pool had teak outdoor furniture & was artistically arranged with potted plants in decorative planters that changed with the seasons.

That day the 50 year-old woman, who could have been anybody's relative, was kneeling all alone in a fine April drizzle wearing rubber boots, damp khakis, a sweatshirt, & a baseball hat.

The garden, the unpleasant weather, her acute attention to detail despite it, her outfit, her mud-caked hands, & complete lack of vanity told her whole story.


The piece that didn't show was that turning 50 had driven her crazy as turning forty to 49 had not. Now she was looking at her life through a different prism & not liking what she saw.

Her children were grown. Her husband, only 5 years older than herself, had an obsession with his business so intense, it seemed like an illness that robbed him of his old sense of fun & desire.

He was limp morning & night. When she asked him what they could do about it, his finger would jump to his lips, "shhh," as if merely voicing the problem might blow them both away.

Although she'd never counted the days & months since last they'd tumbled around, giggling & panting in the sheets, on that rainy April day soon after she turned 50, Cassie allowed herself to acknowledge it had been years. Years since a thrill!

And her own real achievements didn't seem enough to pick up the slack. Here she was, secretly longing for passion & purpose, & what she was doing was cooking, growing orchids, & watching the Discovery Channel.

She also read the newspapers & People magazine, caught the evening news programs & magazine format news shows. She followed the biographies on the Biography Channel & was a secret devotee of the nascent lives in The Real World on MTV. And the Survivors.

Cassie Sales saw all these lives & wished she could start over, have a job that paid her money instead of endlessly donating her gifts to causes like world hunger, whales, rain forests, refugees, battered women, child abuse, & cures for illnesses no one in her family had. She'd been very useful to others, donating her special gifts, but she was 50 & she'd had it.

Now she wanted to be beautiful again, like her daughter, Marsha, like her garden. She wanted to sparkle & dazzle, be flocked to by the birds & the butterflies & the bees that just didn't seem to come to her anymore.

The longing to be seen by her husband & have fun was so intense, so fierce & relentless, it felt like unrequited love.

Was 50 that old? Was it? She knew perfectly well that 50 wasn't old. It was her problem that dazzle was gone. Other people way older than they were had sex every day. You saw it all the time on TV.

Mitch wasn't old, he'd just fizzled out. The sudden longing for the birds & bees, after a dry spell of--Cassie didn't want to count the years--was everywhere in her dreams. She loved Mitch she was sure, but she was dreaming plane crashes, car crashes, a spectacularly fiery end to him absolutely every night.

And she was dreaming love from other sources every single day. It had to be around somewhere. Other people were getting it. She fantasized burgeoning cocks in every man she saw. Young men, old men, nasty-looking men. Bald men, fat men, small men.

Everywhere burgeoning cocks. In the supermarket, in the bank. At doctors' offices. On the playing fields when she drove past the high school. When she was with her daughter, Marsha, in the city.

No male was immune to her imagination. She thought about everybody. Everywhere. Something upsetting & unnatural happened to her when she turned 50. Something snapped. She had no idea what it was.

Suddenly she was tired of being sensible, of saving money, of being endlessly understanding & good about Mitch's languished desire. On the outside she was middle-aged, as predictable & conventional as a boiled potato, but on the inside she was beautiful, reckless, independent, a hard-drinking playgirl of 23. Younger than those Sex & the City girls. She dreamed of death & youth in tandem.

In the misty moment of her epiphany, Cassie believed that she & her husband loved & were loyal to each other in the way that husbands & wives were supposed to love & be loyal.

But quite frankly, she also wished he were dead so she could be a widow with all the pleasures that accrued to the state. A silly thought, she knew. Death wouldn't help her.

Years ago, before she & Mitch were married & before her mother got cancer & died, she & her mother had foraged one day for treasure in an antiques store for the perfect Valentine's Day gift for her father.

And they found it in a dusty frame with bars standing out in bas-relief across the sepia photo of a female lion lying in a cage with a male lion standing protectively by her side.

Under the ancient photo was the title: life sentence. The idea of no way out but death had amused them then.

Seventeen years after her mother died, Cassandra's father still had it on his bedside table. He never remarried. After he died, Cassandra kept it on her own desk for 7 more years.

And all the time, her own face slowly squared off to look like the face of her dead mother, frozen just at the beginning of middle age, only a year older than Cassie was now. Cassie's own life sentence had no end in sight, & did she really want it to.

For her, simple divorce was out of the question & widowhood wasn't at all likely; her husband came from the old school & resisted everything. No, death or divorce wouldn't do.

A real change in herself was required.

That fateful day in April, soon after crossing the chasm of 50, Cassie saw beauty waving at her from the other side. In a split second she decided on the surgical overhaul, & there was no turning back.

In a few short days she'd read every magazine & book on the subject & obtained a consultation with an upcoming plastic surgeon who had delusions of grandeur.

The artist in flesh was certain he could make her over as she had been as a blushing bride. On the enormous TV screen in his office he projected her as she had been with round cheeks, smiling lips, & wide, hopeful eyes.

She'd been a beauty.

The surgeon was as totally inspired by the youthful Cassie as Cassie was depressed to have lost her. He liked her spirit & her little plot. She wanted to have the procedures done while her husband was away on a business trip, to heal while he was gone, & to surprise the passion right back into him upon his return.

Would that it were so simple.

The confident surgeon, however, saw no flaws in the plan & agreed to fit her in quickly. She charged the surgery to American Express for the True Rewards. It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Cassie never considered the possibility of unanticipated consequences.

Chapter 2

A month later, at the end of May, 7 days after her surgery, however, Cassie knew she'd made a truly appalling mistake.

Her dos & don'ts folder said she would feel "mild discomfort" in her first two postop days. And "minor" swelling. Excruciating pain was what she felt & major swelling.

The Time Line of Recovery in her Instructions for Aftercare predicted that she would feel entirely better after the first week & looking forward to total recovery & miraculous results.

Cassie was feeling worse & worse as the days went on. It was almost as if the great upcoming surgeon she'd chosen to turn her lights back On had made a little mistake & switched her power button to Off.

She looked really terrible.

Her eyes were so black-and-blue & swollen, she could hardly see a thing. Everything hurt. She couldn't eat because she wasn't allowed to open her mouth wide enough to chew.

Worst of all, she didn't care about any of the things she used to care about: the skirmishes between the Democrats & Republicans, the latest in the abortion wars. The Middle East.

Beauty. She was way, way down, depressed, angry.

And her beautiful, smart daughter, Marsha, now 25, was no help in the reassurance department. Marsha was on vacation from social work school that week & had returned home to take care of Cassie, to drive her back & forth from her postop visits to the doctor, &
so forth.

Marsha turned out to be less supportive of the event than Cassie might have predicted, so the visit had taken on a surreal quality.

In her youth, Marsha had been something of a chore to er mother. As a teenager, she'd had every color hair possible. She'd worn slut dresses up to her butt from the age of 12 on. She'd stuck pieces of metal in her tongue & nose & eyebrow & navel, then protested angrily when anyone said something.

She'd smoked pot in the backyard, crashed the Volvo station wagon into Cassie's favorite dogwood while trying to prove she could turn the car around in the driveway without benefit of driving lessons (when she was not yet 13) on the very first day Cassie had brought it home.

She'd been caught in a neighbor's hot tub naked with 3 boys. For a number of years she'd weighed 170. She'd taunted her mother, worn army boots & grunge.

She'd failed Italian. Twice.

The girl got 1400 on her SATs, but school counselors thought she'd never make it to college. When she got to college, she constantly threatened to not make it through.

That completely loved & accepted girl (no matter what she did) had metamorphosed into the Marsha of today. Somehow she'd lost about 150 pounds. She was down to nothing at all. Her hair was no longer pink. Or green or purple. It was tawny.

She was cooking. She was bathing wounds. She was cleaning the house. Sort of. She was fielding the phone calls from her mother's benefit-giving buddies, lying to cover for her so no one would know what an asshole her mother had been.

Marsha didn't want anyone to know how bad things were. She was screaming at the doctor because her mother's face looked as if it were rejecting itself. She was demanding attention & care, & she was getting it.

She was scolding & nursing her own mother. She was a fierce & ferocious disapproving protector. It was downright weird. Their roles were completely reversed.

On the Friday, seven days after Cassie's surgery, at twelve noon, Cassie had the final stitches removed from her eyes. On the trip home she felt utterly defeated because the doctor had refused to remove the stitches located around & in her ears, as well as a myriad of staples hidden in her scalp.

He'd told her they weren't done yet. What was she, a roasting chicken?

She was further upset because she didn't look like anybody she'd ever seen in her whole life (least of all herself), & her face felt like somebody else's, too. The numbness in her cheeks & chin that no one had told her would occur in the first place persisted, & she was beginning to suspect that feeling in those areas might never return.

As soon as she got home, she climbed the stairs to her room & sat on the closed toilet seat in her bathroom completely demoralized. Mitch, who traveled a lot more than he was at home, was in Italy at the moment, blissfully unaware of her distress.

As he was blissfully unaware of most everything. He was no doubt checking out the Nebbiolo grapes in Piedmont or the Sangiovese grapes in Tuscany, the short- or long-vatting of producers, haggling for prices or position in the distribution chain, & making money they never spent.

She longed for & resented him in equal proportions.

Marsha, who'd been uncharacteristically nice for a whole week, was now taking her new & stunning self back to social work school. In her defeated situation, Cassie couldn't help thinking that sometimes her daughter was just as annoying as a do-gooder as she'd been as a teenage nightmare.

Cassie loved & resented her in equal proportions, too.

After all she'd been through, it turned out that she was going to be all alone with herself once again. And she'd become someone she detested with no reservations whatsoever.

"Here, Mom. This should cheer you up." Suddenly, Marsha appeared in the doorway with a soft pink tissue-wrapped package. "Come on, life isn't so bad. We all love you no matter how rotten you look. So what if you look like a fright for a while? Think of poor people. Think of what it would be like to be in prison, or maimed . . ."

Marsha's voice trailed off as she lifted her shoulders in a delicate shrug.

Hope4TheFuture posted 12/28/2010 04:58 AM

"The Life and Loves of a She-Devil" - Fay Weldon

As far as the movie goes, while I thought Meryl Streep was *hilarious* in the 1989 film, the 1986 BBC TV serial with Patricia Hodge is far superior.


staying4thekids posted 1/9/2011 22:57 PM

After I outed my WH to my MIL, she recommended the book Heart of the Matter by Emily Giffin. It was a great read.

philly172 posted 2/2/2011 19:05 PM

After I outed my WH to my MIL, she recommended the book Heart of the Matter by Emily Giffin. It was a great read.

I just finished this one today.. WOW!! It was a can't put down book..

But what was strange ( for me) is I was pulling for the OW.. I just liked her more!

Scubadoo posted 9/3/2014 07:56 AM

Bringing this back to the top in hopes that some newer books might be out there. Anyone with suggestions?

heforgot posted 9/3/2014 08:30 AM

Pretty Woman by Fern Michaels and Leftovers by Arthur Wooten are both really good. In each of them the BW gets her revenge.

lilies21 posted 9/3/2014 11:25 AM

A recommendation of an affair book NOT to read: The Replacement Wife by Eileen Goudge. Just don't. The BW is left alone while the WH and OW get their happily ever after.

JustDone posted 9/23/2014 23:28 PM

Adultery by Paulo Coelho.

It's new, was released in the US in August. I haven't read it yet, but it's next on my list.

Lucky2HaveMe posted 9/24/2014 08:25 AM

I don't think it was based on a book, but the movie SHATTERED with Pierce Brosnan was good. BS's revenge big time!

[This message edited by Lucky2HaveMe at 8:28 AM, October 11th (Saturday)]

gypsybird87 posted 9/24/2014 17:03 PM

DISCLAIMER: I haven't personally read this, but...

"The Silent Wife" was recommended to me, by my ex-stepdaughter in fact, as a good BS revenge story.

nolight posted 9/24/2014 23:16 PM

Agree with "The Silent Wife" it's a great book and was on the NYT best seller list for a long time. I think it does a great job at capturing the confusion and loss of self that surrounds infidelity.

"You Should Have Known" is another great one about a well known author/relationship counsellor who writes a book about how betrayed spouses should have identified the signs of a cheating partner and rectified the situation, all the while her husband was having an affair that became very public.

An old one is "Tara Road" I read this in my early 20s and still remember it. It follows a woman's relationship with her husband from a young woman at the start to a 40 year old woman whose husband leaves her for a pregnant 23 year old and captures her grief very well.

MailServer posted 9/25/2014 14:51 PM

The Silent Wife, by A. S. A. Harrison

heforgot posted 10/10/2014 07:37 AM

I just read a really GREAT one by LD Cedergreen. It's called "Gravity". Not your typical affair story. It has a great twist in the middle that I definitely did not see coming. It's just an amazing book!

befuddledhubbie posted 10/10/2014 20:25 PM

Been several years since i read it, i just know that it freak the hell out of me at the end.

Paul Levine's "To speak for the Dead"

authenticnow posted 12/14/2014 06:08 AM

Just finished Adultery by Paolo Coelho. Very interesting, the WW in it was almost psychotic, and relatable at times.

He's a fantastic writer. I was debating whether or not to read it (on vacation in paradise, no less ), but it was an interesting read.

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