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Prologue

Chloe knows that she should be dancing. She should be laughing and jumping around, not caring about the photographer recording the entire thing or the idea that someone might be judging her. She wants to. Really, she does. But she can’t bring herself to do it. The boning in her dress is digging into her waist, stinging her skin, and her feet hurt. She feels silly. The song changes, and she stills. She looks across the room to see if Rav has noticed, if he is sharing the same memory she is. But he isn’t looking at her, he’s dancing. Laughing. The sickly pop song hasn’t catapulted him back to that time, that place. She staggers back to the table, to sit down.

Chloe gulps at a glass of cold water, trying to steady her breathing. Thankfully, the song ends. But the tightness in her chest isn’t going anywhere. Rav is still drawing focus on the dance floor, doubled with laughter as he, his brother and his newly minted sister-in-law, Meghan, do some ridiculous dance, one that everyone knew in the noughties. The canopy above them is studded with fairy lights and everywhere she looks she can see flowers. Fat, sexy white roses.

Rav pulls his mother up on to the dance floor; she’s perfect and pristine in a pale-yellow suit. To Chloe’s surprise, she allows it. All eyes are on them. Chloe can see why. They’re so beautiful, all of them, they manage to make the silly movements look good. Chloe slips off her shoes. They’re high, with red soles. An unsuitable Christmas present from her mother-in-law, worn today in an attempt to gain favour. What time is it? She and Rav had agreed that they would leave at midnight.

Chloe doesn’t want to be a killjoy. She loves Rav’s brother, and his new wife. Admittedly, she wishes that Rav’s parents weren’t quite so blatant in their favouritism, but that isn’t the happy couple’s fault.

She takes a sip of wine, smiling at her husband and his family as they throw themselves around. Rav looks lit up from the inside. They’ve been together for what? Fifteen years? But sometimes she can’t quite believe he’s hers. 

Chloe feels a tap on her shoulder and turns, fixing her face into a smile. It’s a woman, about the same age as her. She’s wearing very high heels. Chloe’s face is level with her torso.

‘Hi,’ the woman says, gesturing at herself. ‘Corinne. I did Engineering with Max and Rav. I don’t know if you remember?’

‘Of course,’ lies Chloe. ‘How are you?’

The woman takes her reply as an invitation, sinking down on to the chair across from her. She leans towards Chloe, her breasts tipping forward, straining against the V of her shiny red dress, and puts her hand on Chloe’s thigh. ‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she says, a conspiratorial expression on her face, ‘but I just have to ask. We’ve been talking about it on our table – saying we’d always been curious.’ She stops herself, seeming to realize that she’s not making any sense.

‘Sorry,’ she says. ‘What I mean is, we’ve been talking, and we were wondering.’ Corinne pauses, like she’s taking a run-up, and then asks: ‘What happened to Zadie?’

  • Two Wrongs

  • 'A perfectly paced and beautifully observed story of betrayal, guilt and regret. I really did race through it.' Emma Curtis, author of Keep Her Quiet

    'A heady, glamorous tale with a dark side - another compulsively readable thriller from Rebecca Reid.' Emma Rowley, author of You Can Trust Me

    How far would you go to correct your worst mistake?


    When Chloe goes to university and meets wild, carefree Zadie, she is utterly seduced by her and her lifestyle. It doesn't take long for Chloe to ditch her studies in favour of all-night parties at Zadie's huge house off campus.

    But when something goes badly wrong one night and Zadie disappears in the aftermath, Chloe knows she should have done more to help her friend. It's something she'll always regret.

    Fifteen years later, Chloe finally gets the chance to make it right. But in order to do so, she'll have to put everything at stake . . .

    Praise for Rebecca Reid:

    'Will haunt you long after you've finished' Jane Corry
    'A shocker of an ending' Emma Curtis
    'Rebecca Reid is a master of building tension' Phoebe Morgan
    'Disturbing and brilliant' Lauren North

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