Double Life of Mrs Sinclair

Emilia's POVThe next morning was total chaos. Richard already disappeared before I woke up. And I was almost running late to work.I grabbed my car keys on the table, slammed the room door shut, and I ran down the spiral staircase. I didn't have breakfast because I couldn't bear to waste anymore time.I spotted my car parked amidst the other cars. A black Chevrolet which matched the color of my shirt and pants. I got in, and I drove out immediately.Getting to the hospital, I saw patients being dragged on a stretcher. I knew it! I had a bad feeling about today right after I saw the news this morning.A plane crash happened nearby, and most of the patients were brought to our hospital.“Doctor Emilia,” Janet called as soon as her eyes settled upon me.“The ICU is full, we need support,” she said in an uneven voice.“Got it!” I hurriedly moved to the ICU.Damn! There were a lot of injured people. Some were bleeding profusely, while others already passed out.I went to the sink, I washe

Emilia’s POV“What do you want exactly, Adrienne?” I asked. My fingers scratched beneath my office table.“You.”“You can't want me. I am married. Why can't you get that?”“You don't seem married to me. Richard flocks around with women, you strip, and it looks to me like you both are just trying to impress the cameras.” He was still tossing the pen.“Our personal life is none of your business.”“Right! I am not trying to get involved. Just make sure to give me good shows whenever I want, and we're fine.”I hit my fist on the table violently. He raised his eyebrows at me.“I'd strip for you.” I agreed.“One hour.”One hour? I can't do that.“Thirty minutes.” I tried to negotiate.“Ohh Lina… You have to abide by my rules.”“Adrienne, I can't stay out for too long, Richard might notice.”He scoffed. “Thirty minutes it is.”He stood up, and he walked out of my office, my eyes pierced him. I wish I could just gauge his eyeballs out.He was a fucking psychopath. I ran my hands through my ha

Emilia’s POV I stared at Adrienne, still trying to understand what he was doing at the Cavendish banquet. Of all the places he could have appeared, it had to be here, surrounded by Hayes Town's richest and most influential people. I quickly glanced toward Richard before looking back at him, hoping my husband hadn't noticed how strange this encounter was. “What are you doing here?” I asked quietly, keeping my voice low. “You're a surgeon, Adrienne. This isn't exactly where I'd expect to find you.” I couldn't hide the suspicion in my voice, especially after spending the entire day promising myself I would stay away from him. Adrienne looked completely at ease. “I have business interests in Hayes Town, Emilia. Medicine isn't the only thing I do,” he explained, as though that should have been obvious. I frowned because that answer only made me more curious. I knew he was wealthy, but apparently, I knew far less about him than I thought. My eyes wandered around the room, and I noticed

EMILIA’S POV The moment my message delivered, I regretted it. I stared at the screen, wondering why I had agreed after spending the entire day telling myself Adrienne was exactly the kind of complication I didn't need. His reply came less than two minutes later. “I’ll be waiting,” he replied simply, and somehow those three words unsettled me more than a teasing response would have. He sounded so certain, as though he had known I would eventually give in. I changed into simple clothes and left the house after making sure Richard was still occupied in his study. The drive to the club felt different this time. I wasn't going there to escape my life for a few hours. I knew exactly who was waiting for me, and that thought made my stomach twist. After changing, I completed my regular set on the main floor before making my way toward the private room. I stood outside the door for several seconds, seriously considering turning around and going home, but I had already made the decision.

EMILIA’S POV The next morning, I woke up determined to leave the previous night exactly where it belonged, behind me. Whatever had happened between Adrienne and me was supposed to stay inside that private room, within the thirty minutes I had agreed to give him. I refused to let it follow me into the hospital, so I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left the house before I could give myself enough time to overthink it. Richard was already gone. There was only a short message waiting on my phone about an early meeting, which was completely normal for him. These days, our mornings rarely involved seeing each other. We existed around the same schedule rather than inside it. The hospital was already busy when I arrived. I threw myself into work, moving between patients and reviewing surgical notes until my mind finally began to settle. It lasted all of twenty minutes. I saw Adrienne near the nurses' station. He was speaking to one of the residents, his attention focused on the convers