All Chapters of Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EMILIA’S POV I read the message again and again, but this time I didn't let fear make the decision for me. Adrienne's name had been dragged into the blackmail from the beginning, and I had allowed myself to believe he was responsible simply because he was the easiest person to blame. Now that I was sitting alone with the photographs spread across my bed, I started looking at them differently. I opened every image, checked every timestamp and compared the places shown in the backgrounds with everything I remembered about those days. The first photograph had been taken outside the hospital at almost midnight, but Adrienne had been inside with me during the emergency case until nearly an hour before that. I remembered him leaving through the main entrance while I stayed behind to finish my work. If he had taken the photograph himself, he would have needed to leave the hospital, circle around the building and somehow reach the exact position shown in the picture without me noticing. It

ADRIENNE’S POV I stood there staring at Emilia, trying to understand what she had just admitted. She was close enough that I could see the tears in her eyes, but she didn't look away this time. For weeks, she had been running from what existed between us, and now she was standing in my house, telling me that pretending had become harder than admitting the truth. “Emilia, you need to understand something before we go any further,” I told her quietly, keeping my eyes on hers because I didn't want her to make a decision simply because she was emotional. “I don't want you here because you're frightened, and I don't want you choosing me because someone is trying to destroy your marriage.” “I know,” she answered softly, taking another step toward me as her fingers slowly curled around mine. “I'm here because every time I try to convince myself that I don't want you, I realize I'm only lying to myself.” Her voice trembled, but she didn't pull away. I searched her face for hesitation, an

EMILIA’S POV Richard's question followed me the moment I stepped into the living room, and I could feel his eyes studying me as I stood there with my bag still hanging from my shoulder. His expression was calm, but there was something about the way he watched me that made my stomach tighten. I knew I couldn't tell him the truth about where I had been, especially after the photograph he had received, so I forced myself to breathe slowly before answering. “I stayed late at the hospital because Adrienne needed help with a difficult case,” I explained, keeping my voice as natural as possible. “We had several files to review, and by the time we finished, it was already late.” Richard remained quiet for a moment, his attention never leaving my face. “You were with Adrienne again?” he asked, his voice controlled as he leaned back against the sofa. “How long were you actually at the hospital?” The question made me uncomfortable because it sounded less like curiosity and more like an attemp

EMILIA’S POV Adrienne's question followed me everywhere after he asked it. Even when I looked away from him, I could still feel his eyes on me, waiting patiently for an answer I had spent years refusing to give myself. What are you protecting Richard from, and why does it look like you're protecting yourself from him? I lowered my head and stared at my hands, twisting my fingers together as memories I had buried began coming back. I had always told myself that Richard was complicated, that our marriage had difficult moments, that every relationship had problems. I had repeated those excuses so many times that they had almost become the truth. But sitting beside Adrienne, I suddenly realized I had never actually answered the question. “Richard wasn't always like this,” I finally admitted, my voice quiet as I looked toward the window. “When we first got married, he was different. He was patient with me, he helped me when I needed someone, and he made me believe I had finally found a

ADRIENNE'S POV “Emilia, I think I know where the blackmail started,” I told her the moment she answered, keeping my voice low as I stared at the documents spread across my desk. “I traced one of the earliest messages back to someone connected to the club, and I don't think that connection is a coincidence.” “What do you mean someone connected to the club?” Emilia asked, her voice immediately changing as she sat up. “Adrienne, I thought you said the person behind this was impossible to identify. I thought whoever sent those messages had covered every trace.” “They covered most of them,” I explained, running my fingers through my hair as I studied the information again. “But they made one mistake. One of the earliest messages was connected to an account that had access to private information from the club. I can't identify the exact person yet, but I can prove someone there knew things about you.” “Someone from the club knew about me?” Emilia asked, her breathing becoming quieter o