The Woman Inside: Preview the next big thriller getting the Hollywood treatment
Calling all 'Woman in the Window' and 'Wife Between Us' fans: This could be your next obsession.
We’re still in the dog days of summer, but looking ahead to 2019, we’ve got your exclusive first look at what’s promising to be next year’s chilliest thriller: The Woman Inside.
Hyped in the vein of recent best-sellers The Woman in the Window and The Wife Between Us, The Woman Inside is written by a pair of authors — one a publishing insider, the other a screenwriter — under the pseudonym E.G. Scott. And like those aforementioned thrillers, this one already has a high-profile development deal in place: It’s slated to become a major television series with Blumhouse Productions (Sharp Objects, The Purge).
The Woman Inside is a domestic thriller tackling everything from infidelity to addiction. Here’s the book’s official synopsis: “Rebecca didn’t know love was possible until she met Paul, a successful, dashing, married man with a past as dark as her own. Their demons drew them together with an irresistible magnetism. But twenty years later, Paul and Rebecca are drowning as the damage and secrets that ignited their love begin to consume their marriage. They are both cheating on each other, but Paul’s affairs get messy, and fast. And though Rebecca is spiraling into an opiate addiction, it doesn’t stop her from coming up with a devious plot for revenge that could end absolutely everything.”
You can see the foreboding official cover above; read on below for the book’s suspenseful (to say the least) prologue. Check it out, and pre-order your copy ahead of its Jan. 22, 2019 release here.
Excerpt from The Woman Inside, by E.G. Scott
He flashes a million dollar smile before getting into his blood red BMW. It purrs to life and the sound of pebbles crunching under tires reminds me of the first time I was brought here. The circumstances were very different. I was never meant to leave.
That night, I relied on my remaining senses since I couldn’t see where he was taking me. The tidal wind through the trees could have as easily been the ocean in the darkness, the pungent notes of pine and salt mixed together. My heart was at a standstill as I felt the car slowing and heard the rocks beneath the treads. I had no idea how my life would change once we stopped.
The friendly honk of the horn brings me back to where I’m standing in front of the house. I wave goodbye, the three canary yellow carats on my finger sparkle in the afternoon sun. The car accelerates, kicking up a wave of smooth rocks. He looks back once more and winks, his handsome profile in the driver’s side becoming obscured the further away he moves until he is no more. I expect it isn’t the last I’ll see of him.
I step over the threshold and smile as I close the world out. So much has happened to get me to this one step in my new life. I live here now.
I absorb the grandness before me. What has been built around the cold slab I laid on, barely alive that night, is a dramatic contrast to my surrounding now. The double-sided stone fireplace ascends breathtakingly to the top of the cathedral ceiling and beyond. The many surrounding windows create a lovely prism effect on the hardwood floors. I stand in the apex of the foyer for a few minutes, breathing it all in. The open second level looks like a choir loft, and the foyer like a pulpit.
I walk through each room, slowly taking in every detail. I flashback to the last time I was here, in the dark, severely in pain, unsure of my survival. Every inch takes on new meaning now. I run my hands over carefully selected wood, stone and granite, and take my shoes off to feel the various wonderful textures under my feet.
I pass by the basement door, knowing it may be a long time until I can traverse those steps without thinking of that first climb in the darkness. But I’m thankful I’m back now, and on my terms. I’ve resolved to leave the dark pieces below, locked away. Now is the time for new beginnings.
The smell of industrial grade cleanser hangs in the air, any evidence of what happened here otherwise erased. I don’t care. It is a reminder of how hard I’ve fought. The house around me is silent. Peaceful. I feel a hard fought new emotion, calm happiness, hovering somewhere between my heart and throat.
Paul is everywhere. He is in the cherry floors below and the pine beams above. He is in the sweeping picture window that dominates the entire back of the house, looking out onto a stage of dense trees and sky. It cuts deeply that this house was not constructed for me. But it was built with love. And desperation.
I close my eyes and picture my first night here. The sound of his car idling. The darkness. Being cast aside, then found again. Another chance for everything I’ve ever wanted.
The darkest roads lead us to the light eventually.
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