The Life She Wants
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Authors: Robyn Carr
#1
New York Times
bestselling author Robyn Carr creates an emotional and uplifting ensemble of characters in this rags-to-riches-to-rags novel about women, friendship and the complex path to happiness
In the aftermath of her financier husband's suicide, Emma Shay Compton's dream life is shattered. Richard Compton stole his clients' life savings to fund a lavish life in New York City and, although she was never involved in the business, Emma bears the burden of her husband's crimes. She is left with nothing.
Only one friend stands by her, a friend she's known since high school, who encourages her to come home to Sonoma County. But starting over isn't easy, and Sonoma is full of unhappy memories, too. And people she'd rather not face, especially Riley Kerrigan.
Riley and Emma were like sistersâuntil Riley betrayed Emma, ending their friendship. Emma left town, planning to never look back. Now, trying to stand on her own two feet, Emma can't escape her husband's reputation and is forced to turn to the last person she thought she'd ever ask for helpâher former best friend. It's an uneasy reunion as both women face the mistakes they've made over the years. Only if they find a way to forgive each otherâand
themselves
âcan each of them find the life she wants.
Also available from Robyn Carr
and MIRA Books
Novels
WHAT WE FIND
FOUR FRIENDS
A SUMMER IN SONOMA
NEVER TOO LATE
RUNAWAY MISTRESS
BLUE SKIES
THE WEDDING PARTY
THE HOUSE ON OLIVE STREET
Thunder Point
WILDEST DREAMS
A NEW HOPE
ONE WISH
THE HOMECOMING
THE PROMISE
THE CHANCE
THE HERO
THE NEWCOMER
THE WANDERER
Virgin River
MY KIND OF CHRISTMAS
SUNRISE POINT
REDWOOD BEND
HIDDEN SUMMIT
BRING ME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
HARVEST MOON
WILD MAN CREEK
PROMISE CANYON
MOONLIGHT ROAD
ANGEL'S PEAK
FORBIDDEN FALLS
PARADISE VALLEY
TEMPTATION RIDGE
SECOND CHANCE PASS
A VIRGIN RIVER CHRISTMAS
WHISPERING ROCK
SHELTER MOUNTAIN
VIRGIN RIVER
Grace Valley
DEEP IN THE VALLEY
JUST OVER THE MOUNTAIN
DOWN BY THE RIVER
Look for Robyn Carr's next novel,
available soon from MIRA Books.
“Robyn Carr has done it again...
What We Find
is complex, inspirational, and well-written. A romance that truly inspires readers as life hits them the hardest.”
â
San Francisco Review Journal
“Carr sets the bar for contemporary romance. The well-paced plot, engaging and well-defined characters, and an inviting setting make Carr's latest an enhancement to any fiction collection.”
â
Booklist
, starred review, on
What We Find
“Carr's new novel demonstrates that classic women's fiction, illuminating the power of women's friendships, is still alive and well.”
â
Booklist
on
Four Friends
“A thought-provoking look at women...and the choices they make.”
â
Kirkus Reviews
on
Four Friends
“A delightfully funny novel.”
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Midwest Book Reviews
on
The Wedding Party
Robyn Carr
is a RITA® Awardâwinning, #1
New York Times
bestselling author of more than fifty novels, including the critically acclaimed Virgin River and Thunder Point series, as well as highly praised women's fiction such as
Four Friends
. Robyn and her husband live in Las Vegas, Nevada.
You can visit Robyn Carr's website at
www.robyncarr.com
.
This is for Therese Plummer, beloved narrator, gifted actress and the voice of my heart.
Contents
Prologue
When the truth became brutally evident she wondered how it had escaped her for so long.
Emma Shay Compton knew that her marriage to Richard looked like a fairy tale to many and though she had loved Richard, she had always felt something was lacking. She couldn't put her finger on it, it was so vague. Richard was good to her, generous, though he was an extremely busy man, and soon after their wedding he became remote. Distant. She told herself mega-rich brokers don't sit around the house coddling their young wives; they work sixteen-hour days. They're never far from their phones. They seem to command multitudes. And if a person, even his wife, wanted to get on his calendar, she had to plan ahead. So, whenever she felt that something was wrong with her marriage, she'd blame herself.
When Richard's lawyers began to meet with him to discuss problems with the SEC, she barely noticed. When she asked him about media reports that his company was being investigated for securities fraud, he calmly said, “Slow news day.”
Then he lectured her. “Pay attention to the financial pagesâit happens every day. Several multibillion-dollar banking and investment corporations are currently being investigated. The SEC has to justify its existence somehow. I resent the time suck, but it won't last long.”
She didn't worry about it, though she did pay attention as he suggested. Of course he was rightâthere were many investigations, steep fines, reorganizations, buyouts, companies shutting down. The banking and investment world was under very close scrutiny.
Then he said they had to appear in court, he and his legal team. He wanted her by his side and asked if she could get it on her schedule and she laughed. “I'm not the one with a full schedule, Richard.”
He smiled his perfect, confident, calm smile. He touched her cheek. “You won't have to do or say anything.”
The morning they were to appear in court he had noticed the suit she laid over the chair and said, “Perfect.” Then he went into his bathroom. Sitting at her dressing table, she was smoothing lotion on her legs. She heard the water running in his sink. And then she heard, “Son of a bitch!”
He'd cut himself shaving and sworeânot unusual for him. But she met her own eyes in the mirror. Suddenly she knew. She'd been living a lie and everything said about him was true.
Her husband was a cold, calculating liar and thief. And she couldn't pretend anymore.
Chapter One
It's the little things that will break you. Emma Shay had been thinking about that a lot lately. She stood strong while everything was taken from her, while she was virtually imprisoned at a little motel near the Jersey shore, while her husband was buried, while the media spun a sordid tale of deceit and thievery that implied she'd been aware, if not complicit, in her late husband's crimes. Stood. Strong. But, when the heel broke on her best sling-back pumps and she tumbled down the courthouse steps, she collapsed in tears. The photo was printed everywhere, even
People
magazine. When she was asked to please stop coming to her yoga studio, she thought she would die of shame and cried herself to sleep. No one had ever explained to her that the last straw weighed almost nothing.
Everything in her Manhattan apartment and vacation home had been auctioned off. She packed up some practical items to take with her and donated some of her casual clothing to women's shelters. Of course anything of valueâthe art, crystal, china, silver and jewelry had been seized quickly, even items she could prove had nothing to do with Richard's business, including wedding gifts from friends. They took her designer clothing. Her Vera Wang wedding gown was gone. She was allowed to keep a couple sets of good sheets, towels, one set of kitchenware, some glasses, a few place mats, napkins and so on. She had a box of photos, most from before Richard. She stuffed it all in her Prius. The Jag was gone, of course.
She had been offered a financial settlement, since they couldn't establish that she had anything to do with Richard's Ponzi scheme; couldn't prove it since she was innocent. She hadn't testified against himânot out of loyalty or because it was her legal prerogative, but rather because she had nothing to say, nothing upon which to leverage some kind of deal. She hadn't been in court every day out of support for Richard but because it was the best way for her to learn about the crimes he was accused of. She had come into the marriage with nine thousand dollars in savings; she left as a widow, keeping nine thousand in a checking account. It would be her emergency fund. She started a trip across the country, leaving New York behind and heading for Sonoma County, where she grew up.
She'd given it all a great deal of thought. She'd been thinking about it for months before Richard's death. She could've kept the entire settlement and retired to the Caribbean. Or maybe Europe. She'd been fond of Switzerland. She could change her name, color her hair, lie about her past... But eventually people would figure her out and then what? Run again?
Instead, she surrendered the settlement, gave up everything she could have kept. She didn't want Richard's ill-gotten gains. Even though she hadn't swindled anyone, she couldn't, in good conscience, touch any of it.
There were people she knew back in the Santa Rosa area, a few she'd stayed in touch with. The area was familiar to her. There wasn't much family anymoreâher stepmother, Rosemary, had moved to Palm Springs with her third husband. As far as she knew, Emma's stepsister, Anna, and half sister, Lauren, still lived in the house they'd all grown up in. They'd all washed their hands of Emma when Richard was indicted. In fact, the last time she'd talked to her stepmother was right before Richard's death, when all the walls were tumbling down. Emma was literally in hiding from the angry victims of Richard's fraudâvictims who believed Emma had gotten away with some of their money. Rosemary had said, “Well, your greed has certainly cost you this time.”
“Rosemary, I didn't do anything,” Emma reminded her.
And then Rosemary said what everyone thought. “So you
say
.”
Well, Rosemary had always thought the worst of her. But Emma hoped the people she knew in Sonoma County wouldn't. She'd grown up there, gone to Catholic school and public high school there. And she thought it was extremely unlikely any clients, now victims, of Richard's New York-based investment company hailed from the little towns in Sonoma County.
Her closest friend, possibly her only friend at this point, Lyle Dressler, found her a little furnished bungalow in Sebastopol. Lyle and his partner lived in the town, so she had some moral support there.
Emma was thirty-four and had married Richard Compton nine years ago. He was a sharp, handsome, successful forty-five when they married. At twenty-five she'd been completely under his spell. He might have been twenty years older than her, but forty-five was hardly considered old. He was fit, handsome, brilliant, rich and powerful. In fact, he was considered one of the most desired bachelors in New York City.
Rosemary and Emma's sisters had certainly liked him
then
. They were eager to travel to New York to attend any social event Richard would grudgingly include them in. But they hadn't offered one ounce of support to Emma during the takedown.
The few years of marriage before the investigation and indictment hadn't been heaven on earth, but they weren't bad. Her complaints seemed to be standard among people she knewâhe was busy, preoccupied, they didn't spend enough time together even when they were traveling. The first friends she'd made through work in New York had gradually drifted away once she settled into her multimillion-dollar marriage. She'd never quite fit in with the elite crowd, so she'd been a little lonely. It seemed like she was always around people, doing her part with committee work, exercising, decorating, entertaining, feeling that she must be indispensable to Richard. However, he was all she really had. It was a dark and terrible day when she realized he was a complete stranger.
Before her fifth anniversary, the investigation had begun. Before the seventh, indictments had been handed down and assets frozen. She spent her eighth anniversary in court. Richard's defense attorneys had managed many a delay but eventually there was a trialâa circus of a trialâand she appeared to be the trusting, good wife, head held high. Richard's mother and sister had not come to the trial and refused interviews. She'd always assumed they didn't think she was good enough for Richard, but after the trial she changed her opinion. They must have known all about him. He was dark and empty inside.
He never talked to her about it, at least not until the ugly, bitter end. When she asked about the investigation he just said they were out to get him, that business was tough but he was tougher, that they'd never prove anything. At the end there had been a few brief, nasty but revealing discourses.
How could you? How could I
not?
How could you justify the greed? My greed? How about their greed? Do they have to justify it? They wanted me to do anything to make them money! They wanted me to spin straw into gold even if I had to lie, cheat and steal! Each one of them just wanted their payday before it all broke!
The feds proved everything with ease. Employees cut deals and testified against him. Truckloads of documentation proved securities fraud, theft, mail fraud, wire fraud, money laundering... The list was long. When the end was near, when he'd attempted a getaway and been unceremoniously returned by US Marshals, when his offshore accounts had been located and identified, when he faced a long jail sentence with no nest egg left hidden away, Richard shot himself.
Of course no one believed Emma had no idea. Apparently people thought he came home from the office and bared his soul over a drink. He had not.
The Richard she knew was obviously a con man, a chameleon. He could be so charming, so devoted. But he always had a plan and always wanted something more.
Why wouldn't I marry you? You were an outstanding investment. Perfect for the role! It's a well-known factâpeople trust married men more than single men.
He was a narcissist, a manipulator, a liar and cheat. He was so damn good at it, a person could feel almost honored to be manipulated and lied to by him. He had the looks of Richard Gere, the brilliance of Steve Jobs, the ethics of Bernie Madoff. Thank God he wasn't as successful as Bernie. Richard had only managed to steal about a hundred million.
What
did
she know? She knew he was private; he didn't talk about work, which she thought was normal behavior for a powerful man. He was an amazing communicator socially and in business, but once he stopped courting her, he stopped telling her stories about his family, his youth, college, about his early years on Wall Street. She knew he didn't have many old friends, just a lot of business contacts. She never met college pals or colleagues from his early professional days. He did routinely ask her about her day, however. He'd ask her about her schedule, her projects, what she did, who she talked to, what was happening in her world. When he was home, that isâhe was often working late or traveling. The thing that set Richard apart from other, mediocre con menâhe knew how to
listen
. People, herself included, thought they'd learned something about him when he hadn't said a word about himself. But he listened to them. Raptly. They were thrilled by this attention.
One nine-year marriage, a few years of which had been weirdly adequate, five years of which had been a nightmare. Now she wondered when the nightmare would end.
* * *
Emma drove directly to Lyle's flower shop,
Hello, Gorgeous,
named for Barbra Streisand, of course. Lyle had been wonderful to her through this whole ordeal. He hadn't been able to be in New York with her very often. Not only was it a great, costly distance but there was also the small complication that his partner, Ethan, had never been particularly fond of Emma, though he didn't really know her. Lyle had made a couple of trips, however, and called almost daily during the rough patches. She understood about Ethan. But Lyle and Emma had been friends long before Ethan came into his life. For reasons unknown, Ethan had never warmed to her. Emma suspected good old-fashioned jealousy, as if Emma might bring out Lyle's straight side or something. So Emma and Ethan had always had a rather cool regard for each other. But since Richard's debacle, Ethan's regard had gone from cool to frigid.
Butâand this was an important butâif Ethan went on about his dislike and disapproval of Emma too much, he was going to lose Lyle, and he might be bitchy but he wasn't stupid.
Emma stood outside the shop and took a deep breath before walking through the door. And of course, who should be behind the counter but Ethan. “Well, Emma, I see you made it,” he said as though it took effort to be kind.
“Yes, thank you,” she answered carefully.
“Rough journey?” Ethan surprised her by asking.
“In every way,” she said.
“Well, there you are,” Lyle said as he came from the back and rushed over to embrace her. “Would you like a cup of coffee or something before we head over to Penny's house?”
She shook her head. “I parked down the block in the only available space. I'd like to get goingâI have a lot to do.”
“Sure,” he said. He turned to Ethan. “I'm going to give Em a hand, visit with Penny a little. I'll probably grab something to eat with them. I won't be late.”
Ethan lifted his chin and sniffed, but his reply was perfectly appropriate. “I think I'll drop in on Nora and Ed. Sounds like a good night to get a little uncle time.”
“Excellent. Give them my love.”
Then, hand on her elbow, Lyle escorted her out of the shop. “I'm parked right here. I'll drive you down to your car,” he said.
“Oh, please, no,” she said, laughing. “My butt hurts so bad, I hate to even get back in the car. I'm going to walkâit's only a block. And I have a cooler with some drinks for us. Listen, I don't want to...” She tilted her head toward the store. “I don't want to cause any friction. If you'll just get me to the house and introduce me to your friend, I can manage from there.”
“No worries, Emma. I explained to Ethan days ago that I was going to lend a hand when you got here.” He chuckled. “He was very adult about it. It's time for him to pay his sister a visit anyway. They live a mile away and Ethan doesn't visit as often as he should. I think I visit more than he doesâwe have a gorgeous niece. He can go over there and complain about me and my stubborn ways. Besides, I want to make sure you're all right.”
She smiled at him with gratitude. “I might never be all right again,” she said. “All I want right now is a little quiet and anonymity.”
“Have you heard from Rosemary?” he asked.
“I did her the courtesy of emailing her that I'd be moving to a small bungalow in Sebastopol and told her I could be reached through you. I don't even trust her enough to give her my new cell numberâI bet she'd sell it to the press. I take it you haven't heard from her?” He shook his head and this came as no surprise. Rosemary had been in touch when she thought Richard was rich and powerful; after his fall from grace, she behaved as if she didn't know him. “We haven't made amends. She wasn't exactly supportive.”
“Your sisters should be helping you now,” he said.
They had never done anything to help her. “We've never been that kind of family,” she said. Indeed, they weren't family at all.
“I can relate,” Lyle said.
Emma knew Lyle had always had a hard time with his father, but at least his mother adored him. She gave his upper arm a squeeze. “Well, you've saved my life here. I'd be lost without this little place you found.”
“It found me. Penny is elderly, but don't use that word around her. She's what we'd call spry. Almost eighty and still walking three miles a day, gardening and playing the occasional game of tennis. But the problem with living forever, the money thins out eventually.”
“And she knows everything?” Emma asked.
He nodded. “As you wished. She said, âWe've all hooked up with the wrong person here and there, poor girl.' This little bungalow is a sort of guesthouse, a casita, though her house, the main house, isn't that much bigger. Prepare yourself, it's all quite small. She doesn't need a keeper. No care involved. But a little bit of rent will probably help you both.” He shook his head. “I don't know that you've ever lived in anything this simple, Em. It's old, musty, small and tacky.”