Served Him Right by Lisa Unger

Served Him Right

By Lisa Unger

Copyright @2026

369 Pages

Served Him Right. I haven’t even cracked this book open and I’m already buzzing with anticipation. I don’t know who he is or what unforgivable nonsense he pulled, but I do know this: I adore a well‑executed revenge plot. So yes, Miss Nice Hostess Lady, please show me to my table and bring me the house cocktail — something chilled, citrusy, and garnished with a twist of vengeance.  Because I have a feeling Lisa is about to serve a full‑course meal of karmic justice, and frankly, I showed up hungry.

Okay, I’ve started the book and update: Paul? Yeah… we’re not sending Paul thoughts and prayers. We’re sending him a firmly worded “fck you.”

Enter Ana. She’s out here doing her best impression of a functional adult while held together by emotional duct tape (courtesy of Paul). She’s living out of her sister’s wallet, but honestly? We can’t all be perfect Vera. But Ana, sweetheart… why are we ghosting the perfectly nice guy from the bar? The one you definitely have a teensy little crush on? Oh right — the emotional shrapnel.

In our noble quest to patch up Ana’s breakup wounds, we brunch with big sister Vera — the kind of older sibling who seems to have been born with a mortgage, a monogrammed robe, and a fully developed five‑year plan. She glides up in her fancy car, ushers us into her magazine‑spread mansion, and serves a brunch so curated it probably has its own Pinterest board. 

And just when you think the scene can’t get any more “perfect life, who dis,” the police show up like they’re RSVPing late. Oof. Vera is not built for unexpected law‑enforcement drop‑ins. And normally Ana would be cackling into her croissant… except… is that officer the same man she ghosted a chapter ago?

We also need to discuss Aunt Agnes. Is she alive? Is she a memory? Is she a ghost with opinions? Unclear. But she does drop wisdom like, “the only difference between poison and medicine is the dose,” which is exactly the kind of thing I think I may have embroidered on a pillow.  I’d trust her with my life and also absolutely would not.

And tiny spoiler (is it a spoiler if it happens before you’ve even warmed your reading seat? If so, my bad): Paul is dead. Gone. Poof. Off the cast list. Which means watching this messy, deliciously chaotic web unravel is about to be chef’s kiss entertainment.

So, are you on your way to read this book?

• Yes, here I go!
• No, you haven't convinced me.