All Chapters of Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EMILIA’S POV “I honestly don't know,” I admitted, looking back at Adrienne as the question settled between us. I had expected him to laugh or make another comment, but he didn't. He simply watched me, waiting without rushing me for an answer. That somehow made it harder. I looked down at my handbag and tried to think of the last time I had done something simply because I wanted to, but every answer that came to mind had someone else's expectations attached to it. I walked back to the table and slowly sat down again, letting my handbag rest beside my chair. “I think that's the problem,” I said after a quiet moment, rubbing my thumb over the edge of my glass as I searched for the right words. “I don't think I've made a lot of choices because I wanted them. Most of the time, I just did what made sense at the time.” I gave a small, tired smile as I looked away. “I married Richard because I needed security. I worked hard because I wanted to become a surgeon. Then everything just... beca

RICHARD’S POV “Something has changed with my wife,” I said quietly, staring through the window of my study as the city lights blurred below me. I had been thinking about it for days, going over little things I would normally ignore, but lately they had started adding up. Emilia's schedule was no longer as predictable as it used to be, she kept her phone close even when there was no reason to, and some nights she came home with a look on her face that told me her mind was somewhere else. At first, I told myself it was work. Emilia had always been serious about the hospital, and I knew her job could take up most of her time. But lately, there was something different about her. She seemed distracted even when she was sitting right beside me, and whenever I asked what was wrong, she gave me the same answer about being tired. I didn't believe it anymore. I had considered asking her directly, but I knew Emilia well enough to understand that a direct question would only make her careful.

EMILIA’S POV “Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair,” Richard said as he walked into the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray, his usual serious expression replaced by an easy smile as he placed the tray carefully on the bed in front of me. “I thought you could use a proper breakfast before heading to the hospital.” I stared at him for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden sweetness because this wasn't how most of our mornings had been lately. “Thank you,” I replied, forcing a small smile as I looked down at the food. “You didn't have to do this.” I picked up the cup of coffee, but my eyes stayed on him because I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a reason behind the sudden change. “I wanted to,” Richard answered, pulling out the chair near the window before sitting down and watching me with a calm expression. “You've been working hard, and I don't think I tell you enough how proud I am of you.” His words sounded sincere, and for a brief moment, I hated myself for wondering whether t

EMILIA’S POV “Happy birthday, Mrs. Cavendish!” Richard said warmly as he opened the doors to the ballroom, his hand resting lightly against my back while the room came alive with applause and smiling faces. I stopped for a second, taking in the flowers, the soft lights, the expensive decorations, and the number of people gathered around us. Richard had clearly gone all out. I smiled because that was what I was supposed to do, even though part of me felt strangely uncomfortable with how perfect everything looked. “Richard, you really didn't have to do all this,” I told him softly, turning toward him as I tried to keep the surprise in my voice genuine. He smiled proudly and adjusted the sleeve of my dress before looking around at the guests. I knew that look. He wanted everyone to see how much he cared about his wife, and tonight, I was expected to play my part perfectly. “I wanted to,” Richard replied with a pleased smile as he offered me his arm and guided me farther into the room

EMILIA’S POV The next morning, I woke with the memory of my birthday still sitting heavily in my mind, especially the conversation with Adrienne that I wished I could forget. I expected Richard to be distant after the questions he had asked me the night before, but when I came downstairs, he was waiting at the table with a smile that felt almost too easy. “Good morning,” he said as he pulled out a chair for me, his voice unusually warm. “I thought we could have breakfast together before you leave for the hospital.” I thanked him and sat down, watching him carefully because something about his sudden gentleness made me more suspicious than anger would have. “You seem to be in a good mood this morning,” I remarked as I reached for my cup. “I thought you might still be upset about last night.” Richard smiled as he poured himself some coffee, his expression relaxed enough to make me question whether I had imagined the tension between us. “There is nothing to be upset about,” he replied