I knew she was trouble from the moment I saw her. I felt it as she stood in the doorway that day: disaster. Not just because she was so different, that skin and that hair, as different from me as it’s possible to be. There was something wrong about her. Wrong for us. It was never going to work.Now she is dead and only I am left to love him. She is dead, and it’s all my fault.

Darling: The most shocking psychological thriller you will read this summer