Look, I'll be honest - I don't usually reach for domestic suspense. My shelves are stacked with Jackson and King and Barker, not suburban secrets and school fundraisers. But sometimes you need a palate cleanser, and sometimes that palate cleanser ends up keeping you awake until 2 AM anyway. Just... for different reasons than usual.
I started The Husband's Secret on a rainy Tuesday, shelving returns at the library. Headphones in, cart half-full, and suddenly I'm standing in the 900s completely frozen because Cecilia just found that letter. You know the one. The Pandora's box letter. The "to be opened upon my death" letter that her very-much-alive husband wrote. And I'm thinking - okay, Moriarty. You have my attention.
Caroline Lee Commits (And That's Everything)
Here's the thing about audiobooks with multiple POV characters: they live or die by the narrator's ability to make you feel the switch. Caroline Lee doesn't just voice three different women - she inhabits them. Cecilia's controlled perfectionism comes through in these crisp, efficient sentences. Rachel's grief sits heavy in every word, this weight that Lee carries without ever tipping into melodrama. And Tess - poor, blindsided Tess - sounds exactly like someone whose entire life just imploded.
The narrator commits. That's rare.
I've seen some listeners say they wished for a full cast, different narrators for each woman. And sure, I get that impulse. But honestly? Lee's transitions are so clean that I never lost track of whose head I was in. Her variations in tone aren't just technical - they're emotional. She understands that Cecilia's voice should tighten when she's lying to herself, that Rachel's should crack at specific moments. That's not just reading. That's acting.
The Slow Burn That Actually Burns
Okay, so - confession time. The first hour or two? I was impatient. Three storylines, suburban Australia, school politics, Easter egg hunts. I kept waiting for the horror. (Yes, I know this isn't horror. Old habits.) But Moriarty does something sneaky here. She builds dread without any supernatural elements at all. Just... people. Secrets. The terrible weight of knowing something you can't unknow.
By the time Cecilia opens that letter - and I won't spoil what's in it, but wow - I understood why this book works. This understands that horror isn't about gore - it's about dread. The dread of a marriage unraveling. The dread of grief that won't release its grip. The dread of realizing the person you've slept next to for decades is a stranger.
Shirley (my cat) was unimpressed. I was genuinely unsettled.
The way the three storylines eventually intersect feels inevitable in retrospect, but Moriarty earns it. She doesn't cheat. Every connection makes sense, every coincidence is actually consequence. And Lee's narration holds it all together, maintaining distinct emotional registers even as the plot threads tangle.
Fair Warning: This Isn't Fast
I won't pretend it's perfect. The middle section drags in places - there's a lot of school committee drama that, while realistic, made me zone out during my commute more than once. And some of the secondary characters blur together. (I genuinely could not tell you which neighbor was which by the end.)
Also - and this is subjective - Lee occasionally tips into what I'd call "audiobook acting." You know what I mean. That slightly heightened delivery that works in a recording booth but would feel weird in real life. It's not constant, but when it happens, it pulled me out of the story for a second.
But here's the thing: the emotional payoffs are worth the slower stretches. There's a scene near the end - I was doing dishes, hands covered in soap - where everything converges, and I just stood there. Water running. Completely still. Lee's delivery in that moment is devastating. Quiet and devastating.
Who This Is For
If you scare easily, this won't scare you. Not in the traditional sense. But if you've ever wondered what secrets live in the people closest to you - if the idea of knowing terrifies you more than any ghost - this will get under your skin.
Best for: long commutes, chores, anything where you can let nearly 14 hours unspool without interruption. This isn't a book you want to listen to in fragments. The slow build requires commitment.
Skip if: you need action, you hate multiple POVs, or you're looking for a quick listen. Also maybe skip if you're going through relationship stuff. Just... trust me on that one.
I listened in the dark. Mistake? Maybe. Worth it? Absolutely.
My podcast listeners are going to hear about this one - not because it's horror, but because it understands what horror understands. The monsters aren't always supernatural. Sometimes they're just us. Our choices. Our silences. The letters we write that we pray no one ever reads.
Finally, domestic suspense that respects the genre. Moriarty and Lee make a hell of a team.
