Wish I Never Met Her

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the premise at first—*another* cheating story? But *Wish I Never Met Her* hooked me in the first 10 minutes, and not because of the plot. It’s the *sound* of it. Edwin Andrews’ performance is a masterclass in vocal gaslighting: one minute, he’s oozing charm as Quincy rationalizes his choices (‘*She just doesn’t understand my grind*’), the next, his voice is a trapped animal’s whine when the app’s terms of service take a sinister turn. The production is clean, but the real star is the pacing—Stewart’s writing clips along like a TikTok feed, each chapter a new ‘oh hell no’ moment. That said, the ending *almost* veers into afterschool-special territory. I wanted more ambiguity, less moral hammer. And while the app’s mechanics are clever, the villain’s reveal feels rushed, like Stewart trusted the twist to do all the heavy lifting. Still, the ride there is worth it. This audiobook thrives in the details: the way Quincy’s girlfriend’s voice drops an octave when she’s *done*, the background noise of a crowded bar where he makes his worst decision, the sickening *ping* of a notification that seals his fate. It’s a short listen, but it lingers—like the ghost of a bad decision you can’t unswipe.