A Woman Betrayed

A Woman Betrayed

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by Barbara Delinsky, Linda Emond
     
 

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A Barbara Delinsky Classic

Laura Frye has everything a woman could ask for. She and her husband, Jeff, a CPA, have been happily married for twenty years. Her two teenage kids are terrific. And her catering business is a success. But then Jeff mysteriously disappears, and that picture-perfect life is shattered.See more details below

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A Barbara Delinsky Classic

Laura Frye has everything a woman could ask for. She and her husband, Jeff, a CPA, have been happily married for twenty years. Her two teenage kids are terrific. And her catering business is a success. But then Jeff mysteriously disappears, and that picture-perfect life is shattered.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Delinsky's mass market novels, national bestsellers for years, have been translated into 25 languages. A number are being reissued in 2001, with this 1991 novel to appear for the first time in hardcover. Highly competent, optimistic 38-year-old Laura Frye is secure in a long marriage, the mother of two bright, spirited kids and the owner of Cherries, a popular restaurant. As the novel begins, she is faced with any woman's worst nightmare her husband Jeffrey, a CPA, has mysteriously disappeared from the family's comfortable home in the elite college town of Northampton, Mass. Laura's anguish at his disappearance is exacerbated when Taylor "Tack" Jones, with the criminal investigation division of the IRS, informs her that Jeffrey is suspected of tax fraud. Jeff did spend liberally. Besides sustaining his family, he backed Laura when she opened Cherries and had recently bought himself a longed-for Porsche. But can he really be a criminal? The Fryes' best friend, classy lawyer Daphne Phillips, shares Laura's disbelief, but the family assets are frozen and Laura can't pay Cherries' bills or her own. Moreover, from the outset, the local media revels in the family's predicament. By the time Jeff's bachelor older brother and free spirit, Christian, turns up, Laura is distraught and the reader agonized: what more could possibly happen to a nice family? A lot, of course. Melodramatic incidents and coincidences abound, but the sociology-trained storyteller makes each of her characters captivating in this compelling tale. (Nov.) Forecast: The low price will help readers forget that this still-fresh novel is a reissue. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
For the Romance crowd, here are two hardcover reprints by Delinsky. First appearing in 1991, A Woman Betrayed follows the tribulations of Laura Frye after the disappearance of her husband, whom she later learns had numerous awful secrets. Flip Side finds geological consultant Chloe MacDaniel determined to quash a development project until she meets her former flame who, of course, is heading that project. Delinsky is always a crowd pleaser. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780743518406
Publisher:
Simon & Schuster Audio
Publication date:
11/01/2001
Edition description:
Abridged, 3 cassettes, 4 hrs. 30 min.
Product dimensions:
4.00(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.12(d)

Meet the Author

Barbara Delinsky, a lifelong New Englander, was a sociologist and photographer before she began to write. There are more than 30 million copies of her books in print.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Newton, Massachusetts
Date of Birth:
August 9, 1945
Place of Birth:
Boston, Massachusetts
Education:
B.A. in Psychology, Tufts University, 1967; M.A. in Sociology, Boston College, 1969

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Chapter One

The silence was deafening. Laura Frye sat in a corner of the leather sofa in the den, hugged her knees, and listened to it, minute after minute after minute. The wheeze of the heat through the vents couldn't pierce it. Nor could the slap of the rain on the windows, or the rhythmic tick of the small ship's clock on the shelf behind the desk.

It was five in the morning, and her husband still wasn't home. He hadn't called. He hadn't sent a message. His toothbrush was in the bathroom along with his razor, his aftershave, and the sterling comb and brush set Laura had given him for their twentieth anniversary the summer before. The contents of his closet were intact, right down to the small duffel he took with him to the sports club every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If he had slept somewhere else, he was totally ill equipped, which wasn't like Jeffrey at all, Laura knew. He was a precise man, a creature of habit. He never traveled, not for so much as a single night, without fresh underwear, a clean shirt, and a bar of deodorant soap.

More than that, he never went anywhere without telling Laura, and that was what frightened her most. She had no idea where he was or what had happened.

Not that she hadn't imagined. Laura wasn't usually prone to wild wanderings of the mind, but ten hours of waiting had taken its toll. She imagined that he'd had a stroke and lay unconscious across his desk in the deserted offices of Farro and Frye. She imagined that he'd been in an accident on the way home, that the car and everything in it had been burned beyond recognition or, alternately, that he had hit the windshield, climbed out, and begun wanderingthrough the cold December rain not knowing who or where he was. She had gone so far as to imagine that he'd stopped for gas and been taken hostage by a junkie holding up the nearby 7-Eleven.

More rational explanations for his absence had worn thin as night had waned. By no stretch of the imagination could she envision him holed up with a client at five in the morning. Maybe in April, with a new client whose tax records were in chaos. But not the first week in December. And not without telling her. He always called if he was going to be late. Always.

Last night, they had been expected at an opening at the museum. Cherries had catered the affair. Though one of Laura's crews had handled the evening, she had spent the afternoon in Cherries' kitchen stuffing mushrooms, skewering smoked turkey and cherries, and cleaving baby lamb chops apart. She had wanted not only the food but the tables, the trays, and the bar to be perfect, which was why she had followed the truck to the museum to oversee the setting up.

Everything had been flawless. She had come home to change and get Jeff. But Jeff hadn't shown up.

Hugging her knees tighter in an attempt to fill the emptiness inside her, she stared at the phone. It had rung twice during the night. The first call had been from Elise, who was at the museum with her husband and wondered why Laura and Jeff weren't there. The second call had been from Donny for Debra, part of their nightly ritual. Sixteen-year-old sweethearts did that, Laura knew, just as surely as she knew that forty-something husbands who always called their wives if they were going to be late wouldn't not call unless something was wrong. So she had made several searching calls herself, but to no avail. The only thing she had learned was that the phone worked fine.

She willed it to ring now, willed Jeff to call and say he had had a late meeting with a client and had nearly fallen asleep at the wheel on the way home, so he'd pulled over to the side of the road to sleep off his fatigue. Of course, that wouldn't explain why the police hadn't spotted his car. Hampshire County wasn't so remote as to be without regular patrols or so seasoned as to take a shiny new Porsche for granted, particularly if that Porsche belonged to one half of a prominent Northampton couple.

The Frye name made the papers often, Jeff's with regard to the tax seminars he gave, Laura's with regard to Cherries. The local press was a tough one, seeming to resist anything upscale, which the restaurant definitely was, but Laura fed enough luminaries on a regular basis to earn frequent mentions. State Senator DiMento and his entourage were seen debating ways to trim fat from the budget over steamed vegetables and salads at Cherries this week, wrote Duggan O'Neil of the Hampshire County Sun. Duggan O'Neil could cut people to shreds, and he had done his share of cutting where Laura was concerned, but publicity was publicity, Jeff said. Name recognition was important.

Indeed, the police officer with whom Laura had talked earlier on the phone had known just who she was. He even remembered Jeff's car as the one often parked outside the restaurant. But nothing in his records suggested that anyone in the department had seen or heard of the black Porsche that night.

"Tell you what, Miz Frye," he had told her. "Since it's you, I'll make a few calls. Throw in a piece of cherry cheesecake, and I'll even call the state police." But his calls had turned up nothing, and, to her dismay, he had refused to let her file a missing persons report. "Not until he's been gone twenty-four hours."

"But awful things can happen in twenty-four hours!"

"Good things, too, like lost husbands coming home."

A Woman Betrayed. Copyright © by Barbara Delinsky. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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