All Chapters of Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV: Emilia I kept thinking about the photograph even after I left Adrienne's office. The name on the back bothered me more than the picture itself. Camila. I knew Richard had worked with many people over the years, but I had never heard him talk about her. After everything that had happened, I could not just forget the name and pretend it meant nothing. When I got back to my office, I opened my laptop and started searching for her. At first, I did not find anything that looked strange. Camila had worked for Richard's company many years ago, and her name appeared in old business reports and meeting records. She had been involved in several deals, but nothing immediately explained why someone would send me her name now. I kept searching anyway. The more records I opened, the more often I saw Camila's name beside Richard's. She had not been some random employee who worked in another department and barely knew him. She had worked directly with him on several important projects, atten

POV: Adrienne The photograph Emilia showed me kept bothering me after she left my office. I had seen Camila entering the security company before, but that alone did not prove she was involved in the surveillance. I needed something stronger than a photograph. If I wanted to understand what she was doing, I had to look at her movements and find out who she had been communicating with. I started with the security company and went through the information I already had about the anonymous account. The account had been used to arrange surveillance, but the owner had hidden behind several layers of protection. I spent hours checking the records until I found another account that had been communicating with Camila. The account was encrypted, and the messages were protected well enough that I could not see the person's real identity. I could only see the dates, times, and parts of the conversations that had not been completely hidden. At first, the messages looked harmless, but then I not

POV: Emilia I stepped outside the club a few seconds after Justin ended the call, but he had already put his phone back into his pocket. He turned when he heard the door open and looked surprised to see me standing there. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could still hear the last words I had heard him say, and I was not going to pretend they meant nothing. “Who were you talking to?” I asked, walking toward him and keeping my voice firm. Justin looked away and shook his head. “Nobody important,” he replied, trying to sound casual. I stopped in front of him. “I heard you talking about me,” I said, watching his face. “You told someone that I had started asking questions again, and then you told them I still didn't know who they were.” Justin's face changed, but he quickly looked away. “You misunderstood what you heard,” he replied, crossing his arms. “I didn't misunderstand anything,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “You were talking about me, and you were clearly afraid of who

POV: Emilia I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I just stared at Adrienne for another second, then turned around and walked out before he could ask me again. I grabbed my purse from the table, shoved my feet into my shoes, and left the room with my heart pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else. His question followed me all the way to my car, and I hated that I had no answer. I drove home without turning on the radio. Normally, silence made me restless, but tonight I needed it. I needed somewhere to think without Adrienne standing in front of me, looking at me like he already knew the truth I was too scared to admit. Every few minutes, my fingers tightened around the steering wheel as his words replayed in my head. How long are you going to keep punishing both of us? I frowned at the windshield, annoyed with myself for letting one question get to me this badly. But maybe it wasn't the question that bothered me. Maybe it was the fact that Adrienne had said exactly what I'd

POV: Adrienne Emilia called me the next morning, and the second I heard her voice, I knew something had happened. She sounded tired, like she hadn't slept much, and there was a strange hesitation between her words. I left my office and closed the door behind me, already bracing myself for whatever she was about to say. I didn't expect Richard's name to be the first thing out of her mouth. “Richard knows about us,” she told me, her voice quiet as she stood somewhere on the other end of the call. “He knows we've been seeing each other, he knows I've been coming here, and he knows enough that I'm scared of what he might do next.” My entire body went still. I gripped the edge of my desk and stared through the windows at the city below, barely noticing the traffic moving along the streets. “What exactly does he know?” I asked, keeping my voice controlled as I reached for my phone. “And before you tell me not to do anything stupid, I'm warning you right now, Emilia, because if that man