Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Five Years Later
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
‘What the hell is going on with you, Clodagh?’ he asked, his voice low and angry. ‘I’ve tried to call you countless times. You’ve been ignoring my calls on purpose, haven’t you? And don’t think I haven’t noticed that you’ve deleted the app. What have you been doing that’s so secret I’m not allowed to know about it?’
‘I wasn’t ignoring your calls,’ Clodagh said, bristling at his tone. ‘Not that it’s any of your business.’
‘Is that what you’ve been doing?’ he said. ‘Waiting until I’ve gone to London so you can sneak around behind my back?’
‘I haven’t been sneaking around behind your back.’
‘Bullshit!’ He stood up and took a step towards her. For one terrible moment, she thought he was going to hit her.
‘Jesus Christ.’ He shook his head. ‘There’s no need to look so bloody scared. I’ve been worried sick, that’s all. I came home so we could spend some time together. I called you on the way back, but you didn’t pick up. Since then, I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to come home. Praying nothing bad had happened to you.’
‘How dare you talk to me like that?’ Clodagh said. ‘I’m entitled to a life of my own, whether you like it or not. Being your girlfriend isn’t enough for me. Not anymore.’
‘You blame me for the fact you’re not working?’ The anger was back in his voice. ‘You haven’t made any effort to find work since we got together. You haven’t written a CV or put any thought into what you might like to do. Instead, you spend your days sitting around feeling sorry for yourself and being jealous of me because I happen to have a job that I love.’
‘I am not jealous of you.’
‘Oh I think you are. You’re bored and unhappy. You think I don’t notice how miserable you are? I’ve tried everything I can to make you happy, but nothing’s good enough for you, is it? The harder I try, the more you shut me out. But I keep trying because I love you and I’m scared of losing you.’
‘You’re right,’ Clodagh said. ‘I am bored and unhappy. That’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should have done something about it ages ago. But I wanted so badly for this to work out…’
‘It still can work out,’ Adam said. ‘You just need to try a bit harder, that’s all.’
‘No.’ Clodagh shook her head. ‘I’m done trying. I don’t want to be with you. There’s nothing you can say or do that will make me change my mind. We’re finished.’