Todos los capítulos de Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

EMILIA’S POV I didn't answer Adrienne immediately. I sat behind my desk with my fingers resting against the edge, staring at him while my mind went through every possible reason to refuse. Dinner was different from the club. At the club, I had a role to hide behind. I could tell myself I was performing, that whatever happened inside that room stayed there. Dinner would be two people sitting across from each other with nothing between them except conversation. Somehow, that frightened me more. “Just dinner,” I finally agreed, trying to sound more certain than I felt. “But I don't want this becoming another arrangement, Adrienne. I'm not interested in sneaking around with you or giving people something to talk about.” Adrienne's expression softened as he nodded, taking my conditions more seriously than I expected. “Then it won't be an arrangement. You can leave whenever you want, and I won't ask you for anything you aren't comfortable giving. Tonight, I just want to know what you're

EMILIA’S POV“Just remember, Emilia, this is a business dinner,” I reminded myself quietly as I adjusted the sleeve of my dress before stepping out of the car with Richard. “Adrienne is only another guest tonight.”I repeated those words in my head as we walked into the restaurant, but they didn't make my nerves disappear. Richard seemed completely relaxed, greeting people as soon as we entered and introducing me proudly as his wife. I smiled whenever someone complimented me and stayed close to him, doing what I had done at countless events before. On the outside, everything looked normal. Inside, I couldn't stop thinking about the message I'd received and the fact that the man in that photograph would be sitting somewhere in this room tonight.“You look beautiful tonight,” Richard said warmly as he rested a hand against my back, his smile widening when one of the investors approached us. “This is my wife, Emilia. She's one of the best surgeons at the hospital, although she would prob

EMILIA’S POV “You know what's strange? You fight everyone except your husband.” Adrienne's words followed me all the way home, repeating in my head no matter how many times I tried to push them away. I hated that one sentence had managed to bother me more than the argument we'd had about the project. It wasn't even the first time someone had noticed how easily I gave in to Richard, but hearing it from Adrienne made it feel different. “Emilia, you're home.” Richard's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as I stepped into the living room. He was sitting on the sofa with several folders spread across the coffee table, already dressed for the evening as though he'd been waiting for me. “Come and look at these. We need to sort out the schedule for the next few weeks.” I walked over and picked up the first folder, scanning the list of events inside. There were dinners, investor meetings, private functions, and several appointments connected to the healthcare project. My shoulders immediat

EMILIA’S POV “Please, just let today be normal,” I whispered to myself as I walked into the hospital the next morning, holding my coffee tightly in one hand. I had barely slept after Adrienne's message, and I had spent most of the morning telling myself I didn't need to think about him. I needed to work, take care of my patients, and go home. That was all. I had barely reached the doctors' station when a nurse hurried toward me with a worried look. “Dr. Emilia, we have a patient coming in. The emergency team needs you in Room Four right now,” she said quickly, already turning toward the emergency ward. I didn't ask any more questions. I handed my coffee to another nurse and followed her, pushing Adrienne and everything else out of my mind. When I entered the room, I stopped for half a second when I saw Adrienne already there. He was standing beside the bed, reading the patient's file while two nurses prepared the equipment. He looked at me briefly, but neither of us said anything

RICHARD’S POV “Something is wrong with Emilia.” I said it quietly as I watched her from across the table, pretending to listen to the music playing around us. She had smiled several times that evening, thanked me for the dinner, and even laughed at one of my jokes, but none of it reached her eyes. I had known her for years. I knew when she was happy, when she was tired, and when she was simply trying to keep me from asking questions. “You've barely touched your food,” I said, keeping my voice light as I looked at her plate. “Are you not hungry, or is something on your mind?” “I'm fine,” Emilia replied, picking up her fork and moving a little food around her plate. “I'm just tired. It's been a long week.” I nodded and took a sip of my drink, deciding not to push her yet. “How is the project going?” I asked casually, leaning back in my chair as though the question meant nothing. “I imagine working with Adrienne has made things easier.” Her hand stopped for half a second before she