I remember reading (and crying) when I read Rosie Walsh’s “The Love of My Life.” The author’s newest, “The One Day You Were My Husband” takes on those overarching themes again: true love and the sudden loss of it, hidden secrets ready to ruin lives, and can you ever leave the past behind?
I’m pretty sure that if you loved Laura Dave’s “The Last Thing He Told Me” then you’ll be equally mesmerized by Walsh’s latest.
In this domestic suspense story, an impromptu beach wedding in Thailand ends as the groom gets thrown into a van by armed men. So what happens to the abandoned bride? Carrie Cole, a British surgical resident, is left adrift as she learns her new Swedish husband, a diving instructor she has only known for a few months, Johan, has been arrested for smuggling/distributing drugs in a very non-tolerant country. She’s had a very complicated relationship with her estranged mother, an international women’s activist, but she finally calls her for help and surprisingly, her mother immediately comes to Thailand. And although her mom has deep influential contacts, Johan pleads guilty and is sentenced to 25 years in prison.
Carrie returns to England and to her surgical training (a job she knows she was always meant to have). Eventually, at a charity gala, she meets, falls in love with, and marries Robin, a financial consultant, with whom she is totally honest with regarding Johan. Carrie and Robin eventually become parents, but the twins’ birth disrupts her life again — the babies are ultra premature and sickly; she quits being a doctor and chooses childcare over a career.
But as the kids get older and better, she wants to retrain again as a surgeon and agrees to shadow a respected former mentor in Stockholm. As her mind returns to Sweden, she’s shocked to accidentally find out that Johan is long out of prison, is now a successful architect and is married with a son. The man who was supposedly so in love with her had never contacted her after his prison nightmare ended. Why?
I know this novel doesn’t initially seem like the domestic thriller it turns into, and it’s more like a long contemplation on lost love, starting over, and ignoring the lure to revisit the past. Carrie has never been the most confident person; she always believes catastrophe is near and then allows someone else to guide her worst case mental scenarios back to normalcy. Her resolve to totally erase Johan from her life begins to weaken once she’s back in Sweden.
I became as totally enraptured as Carrie in learning the truth of the past but there’s one final twist that just flabbergasted me. I had to rethink where I thought the story was going. There’s no straightforward villain and no neat way to wrap everything up. There is a lot of misguided love. Carrie’s life will always be messy since that day on the beach. 4.5 stars
Literary Pet Peeve Checklist:
Green Eyes (only 2% of the real world, yet it seems like 90% of all fictional females): MAYBE? Carrie’s eyes were the same color as his childhood cat’s.
Horticultural Faux Pas (plants out of season or growing zones, like daffodils in autumn or bougainvillea in Alaska): NO We do get to travel between snowy Sweden and tropical Thailand.
Thank you to Pamela Dorman/Penguin Viking and NetGalley for an advanced reader copy!