The Housemaid by Freida McFadden

I picked up The Housemaid thinking, “Okay, I already know where this is going. I’ve seen this Lifetime-movie setup before. I am prepared.”
LIES.
I was only half prepared, which is somehow worse.

Yes, the vibes scream predictable domestic thriller.
Yes, I guessed the twist.
And YES, Frieda still slipped in chaos grenades that had me whispering “WAIT. STOP.” like someone watching a car crash they can’t look away from.

This book gives you:

• toxic rich-people theatrics

• gaslighting Olympics

• a house built entirely out of red flags

• secrets stacked like Tupperware

• tension thick enough to chew

And Millie??
Listen.
Her inner monologue drove me insane.
But somehow, someway, even with her questionable choices and aggressively whiny internal dialogue, I still kept turning pages like I was rooting for her against my will.

By the end, everything snaps together in that signature Frieda way:
simple, sharp, evil, and somehow STILL surprising even though you knew it was coming.

Five stars for being predictable in the most entertaining “but also not predictable at all” way humanly possible.

A domestic fever dream. A gaslight girlboss gatekeep masterpiece.
I inhaled it.

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xoxo