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Back The Lucky Eight
Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Five Years Later
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Epilogue
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. Canelo Crime
  63. About the Author
  64. Also by Sheila Bugler

‘She was the liar,’ he said. ‘She twisted things and ruined things and only ever cared about herself. You want to know why she did that to her wrist? Because she wanted a divorce. She was having an affair, and she wanted out of this marriage. But first, she had to make sure I didn’t get a penny of her precious money. Even though I was her husband and I was entitled to it. She couldn’t stand to let that happen, so she found a way to get what she wanted without having to give me anything.’

Clodagh took a step back, shaking her head. This wasn’t happening. He was a psychopath. He’d told the whole world how perfect his marriage was. He’d written a book about it and given talks and he’d lied, over and over and over, so what made him think he’d believe her now?

‘I’m telling the truth.’ He grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him. ‘You know better than anyone that your precious sister wasn’t as perfect as she wanted people to think she was.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ She knew she should be trying to get away from him, but anger was making her reckless. She wanted to confront him and make him admit to what he’d done.

‘She was selfish and devious and would do anything to get her own way. And you want to know the worst of it, Clodagh? She was all those things and I still loved her. I would have done anything for her, but that wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. I did everything I could to keep our marriage together, but Vivienne never cared about me. She never cared about you, either. The only person your sister ever gave a damn about was herself.’

‘How can you say that?’ Clodagh screamed. ‘She’s dead and you think it’s okay to talk about her that way?’

‘At least I’m being honest,’ Adam said. ‘You should try it sometime. You’ve put her on this pedestal, as if she was some sort of saint, while you’ve conveniently forgotten what an absolute bitch she’d been to you over the years.’

‘You have the cheek to talk to me about honesty? You’re the one who’s built an entire career on your so-called perfect marriage, when all the time she was planning to leave you and you knew about it.’ She stopped speaking, as something else hit her. ‘When did she tell you she wanted a divorce?’

‘The morning she went to Crete. She called me from the airport. She didn’t even have the guts to tell me to my face. She waited until there was nothing I could do about it.’

‘Because she was scared of how you’d react,’ Clodagh said.