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CHAPTER 50 — WHERE IT STARTED
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2026-09-08 20:37:00
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Double Life of Mrs Sinclair CHAPTER 73 — THE EMPTY SPACE
EMILIA’S POV I told myself Adrienne’s distance was necessary, that I had no right to complain when I was the one refusing to make a decision. Still, knowing something was necessary did not make it hurt less. His silence followed me everywhere, filling the spaces between my thoughts and making even the busiest hospital corridor feel strangely empty. At work, I caught myself looking for him without meaning to. I glanced toward his office whenever I passed the doctors’ wing, slowed down near the consultation rooms, and listened for his voice during morning rounds. Each time I remembered he would not be waiting for me, something inside my chest tightened. “Are you looking for someone?” Janet asked, appearing beside me with a file pressed against her stomach, her curious eyes following the direction of my gaze. “No,” I answered too quickly, adjusting the papers in my hands. “I was only checking whether Doctor Williams had arrived.” Janet raised one eyebrow. “Doctor Williams is in the
Double Life of Mrs Sinclair CHAPTER 72 — THE DISTANCE
ADRIENNE’S POV Adrienne noticed Emilia before she noticed him. She stood near the nurses’ station, holding a patient file against her chest while pretending to listen to Janet. Her eyes kept moving toward his office, waiting for him to look up. He did not. He forced himself to remain focused on the report in front of him, even though he had already read the same sentence four times without understanding it. “Doctor Adrienne, the laboratory results for room twelve are ready,” Janet informed him, placing the file on his desk with a careful smile, but her eyes moved between him and Emilia as if she could feel the tension neither of them was willing to explain. “Thank you, Janet. Please leave them here, and remind the nurses to monitor the patient’s temperature every two hours,” Adrienne instructed, keeping his voice calm while he avoided looking at the doorway where Emilia had finally turned away. He had not stopped caring about her. That was the problem. If he had stopped caring, d
Double Life of Mrs Sinclair CHAPTER 71 — THE DEBT
EMILIA’S POV Adrienne’s question stayed between us, even after he stopped speaking. I looked down at my wrist, then at our hands resting on the table. “You want to know why I stay,” I whispered, trying to find the right words. Adrienne nodded quietly, giving me enough time to speak without forcing the answer from me. “It is not because I enjoy being unhappy,” I continued, rubbing my fingers together. “And it is not because I think everything Richard does is right. He helped me, Adrienne. When I had nothing, when I could barely survive, he was the person who gave me a chance.” Adrienne remained silent, his eyes fixed on me. I swallowed hard. “I wanted to become a doctor, but I had no money. My family was struggling, and I worked whenever I could, but the money was never enough. School fees, books, accommodation, feeding, everything kept getting more expensive. I was beginning to believe my dream would never happen.” “And Richard came into your life then?” Adrienne asked gently, le
Double Life of Mrs Sinclair CHAPTER 70 — THE MORNING HE SEES IT
ADRIENNE’S POV Emilia stayed through the night, sleeping on my couch after crying herself empty. I barely slept because I kept checking on her, making sure she was comfortable without disturbing her. By morning, she was sitting at the kitchen counter, wearing one of my shirts, her hair loose around her face, and trying to pretend the previous night had not happened. “Do you want coffee?” I asked, opening the cupboard while watching her from the corner of my eye. Emilia nodded slowly. “Yes, please. I think I need something strong.” Her voice sounded rough from crying, but she tried to hide it. I poured the coffee into a mug and placed it in front of her. She reached for the cup, and her sleeve slid down her wrist. That was when I saw the faint bruise. It was not dark enough to look fresh, but the shape was clear, a narrow mark wrapping around the delicate skin like fingers had pressed there too tightly. My hand stopped halfway toward the sugar bowl. “Emilia, what happened to your
Double Life of Mrs Sinclair CHAPTER 69 — THE NIGHT SHE CHOOSES
EMILIA’S POV The moment we entered the house, Richard removed his jacket and handed it to the waiting staff. I stood near the doorway, still feeling his hand around my waist from dinner. My body was tired, but my mind was worse. I wanted silence, a shower, and a bed where nobody expected anything from me, more than I wanted to admit. “ You should change quickly,” Richard instructed, loosening his tie while watching me. “We have barely spent any time together tonight.” I looked at him, trying to understand how he could say that after holding me like a prisoner throughout dinner. “I am exhausted, Richard. I want to sleep alone tonight,” I replied, and that truth frightened me. His expression changed immediately. “Alone?” he repeated, as if I had used an insulting word. I nodded and reached for my bag. “Yes. I have had a long day, and I do not have the energy for anything else.” He stared at me, clearly unused to hearing me refuse him so directly, without giving him another explanati
Double Life of Mrs Sinclair CHAPTER 68 — THE HUSBAND’S FAVOR
RICHARD’S POV I decided to invite Emilia to dinner before she could find another reason to remain at the hospital. I told myself the evening would improve her public image, but that was only half the truth. I wanted her beside me, within reach, where I could watch her expressions and understand why she had recently become so distant. When I mentioned the dinner, Emilia looked up from her phone and frowned. “What dinner?” she asked, sounding more tired than interested. I adjusted my cufflinks and explained that several influential guests would attend, including investors, hospital executives, and Camila. I made it sound like an important opportunity, something she could not afford to miss. “Richard, I have work,” she replied, placing her phone facedown on the table. Her voice carried that familiar resistance I had begun noticing more often. “You always have work,” I reminded her, keeping my tone even. “This dinner could help people see you differently. You need to strengthen your p
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