Another day, another tragically inept debut psychological thriller centred around a marriage and this one is really scraping the barrel.. not only is it superficial, with the author appearing to have neglected to do any basic research on police protocols and legal proceedings (a simple web search would suffice), but readers will need a blindfold to miss the holes in the plot and suspend disbelief. Throughout my reading I kept thinking the story must be headed to some “Candid Camera” moment or that the lead character would suddenly awaken from a spot of lucid dreaming as this was so far-fetched with the only moments of tension seeing what unlikely stunts Elle Croft would pull out of the bag next!
Set in London and narrated by thirty-six-year-old happily married photographer, Bethany Reston, The Guilty Wife is the story of just what happens when Bethany’s married lover is murdered because, despite loving her husband of seven years, Bethany is also in love with multimillionaire businessman, Calum Bradley. After being hired to take media photos of Bradley and subsequently contracted for a long term television series, Bethany quickly finds herself in the midst of a steamy affair with an easily recognisable public figure who insists on conducting their relationship under a veil of secrecy after a previous girlfriend was the victim of an acid attack when her identity was exposed. Although married himself, it transpires that both Calum and his wife have dalliances outside of the marital union and he makes it abundantly clear to Bethany that he has no intention of leaving his wife. After giving Calum a memory card containing steamy photos (what do you give the man who has everything?), which are obvious evidence of their involvement Bethany is more than a little disgruntled by his vehement no-strings attachment policy. Parting under a cloud Bethany returns home to supportive, handsome and loyal husband, Jason but as she anxiously waits to hear from her lover her world is rocked by the breaking news that Calum has been found dead after being stabbed...
For shallow Bethany her grief is quickly followed by the realisation that self-preservation is of the utmost importance and just as she is planning how to retrieve the memory card she finds herself coming to the attention of the Met police, who Calum has forewarned her not to trust, and so she presents their relationship as strictly professional, neglecting to mention the affair. However, having parted company with her lover just minutes before his tragic stabbing Bethany withholds evidence and unable to discuss her predicament with anyone she struggles to hide her distress. As a rash of unsettling incidents occur, from the delivery of dead flowers, her social media accounts being hacked to letters being left inside her locked house, Bethany realises that someone must know about her passion for Calum and his real killer is intending to line her up as the fall guy! Appearing to have access to her home and an omnipresent threat it is only a matter of time before the murder weapon turns up in her living room! Together with best friend and unlikely divorce lawyer, Alex, she draws up a list of suspects and undertakes her own bit of amateur sleuthing (with disguises) as she attempts to point the police in the right direction and prevent her memory card photos ever seeing the light of day. A big ask for a criminal mastermind, but a monumental one for gullible Bethany who has no ability to consider her actions and factor in likely responses. Actively encouraged by Alex to consider Jason and other possible suspects Bethany is caught in a spiral of surveillance, disposing of evidence and lying to the police. Having the means, motive and opportunity for killing Calum herself she determines that the only way to preserve her freedom is to find the real killer with their own valid motive for wanting Calum dead and the possible options outside of husband Jason and best friend Alex are disappointing limited to two!
The Guilty Wife is a fast paced story with plenty of twists, albeit unlikely, which keeps the tempo up and hold readers attention for the next coincidence, of which there are a legion. More disconcerting is the fact that a number of loose ends and elements of the plot were simply never followed through to a conclusion and Bethany rather loses sight of whether she simply wants to avoid being framed for murder, save her marriage or simply prevent anyone seeing the steamy photos. Her method of attack is more headless chicken that strategic assault and I found it very difficult to believe that the characters involved in the story were all aged above mid thirties and there is an absolute lack of emotional depth to the character of Bethany. You might think that any sensible middle aged woman faced with a slew of planted evidence would quickly realise that honesty is the best policy and she is unlikely to fool the police whilst simultaneously avoid being implicated by a killer, but alas, common sense is not a prerequisite for any character in a psychological thriller it appears!
Attention to detail was abysmal and at risk of sounding petty I had a number of issues with trivial details throughout which compound and grate over the course of the novel; Bethany scrubbing a frying pan after dinner in the millionaires luxurious apartment, a business mogul having a fan club and women needing physically escorting from his offices, a Detective Constable phoning Bethany who is neither under arrest or caution and saying, “ I believe you’re involved in this murder somehow...”. Really?! Is this credible?
The ridiculously condensed last gasp drama which wraps the story smacks of an author losing interest in her characters and given that the only actual firm evidence that connects Bethany to Calum Bradley is the memory card of photos and the rest merely circumstantial I was bemused at how the court drama was so portrayed in such an unbalanced manner. In short, The Guilty Wife is a simplistic and superficial attempt at rewriting Apple Tree Yard and for readers short of time and with few quibbles about plausibility, this might well suffice. Abysmal from page thirty onwards the only upside is brevity, however armchair detectives will be disappointed by Elle Croft’s poor attempt to disguise the guilty party.