Todos los capítulos de Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Emilia's POV I never thought I would walk through those doors again. The moment I stepped out of the car with Adrienne beside me, my stomach tightened as memories I had spent years trying to bury came rushing back. The music, the lights, the people moving around outside, everything looked almost the same, yet I felt like I was looking at a completely different place. “You don't have to go inside if you're not ready,” Adrienne reminded me, watching my face carefully as we stood beside the car. “We can leave right now if you want, Emilia. Finding the truth matters, but I don't want you forcing yourself into something that is hurting you.” “I need to know,” I answered quietly, pulling my jacket closer around me. “If someone from this place has been looking into my life, I need to understand why. I can't keep running from everything that happened here.” I had dressed differently, covering most of my face and keeping my hair tucked beneath a simple cap. I didn't want anyone recognizin

RICHARD'S POV “You're getting very good at lying to my face,” I told Emilia quietly, watching her reaction as she stood across from me. “You used to look me in the eyes when you spoke, but lately, you seem to think carefully about every word before you give me an answer.” “I haven't been lying to you,” Emilia replied carefully, keeping her voice calm even though I could see the tension in her face. “I've just been trying to avoid another argument between us, Richard, because every conversation lately seems to turn into an accusation.” “Maybe that's because something has changed,” I answered, leaning back against the sofa as I studied her. “I don't know exactly what it is yet, but I can feel it. You come home differently, you speak differently, and sometimes I look at you and feel like I'm standing beside a stranger.” “You're not standing beside a stranger,” Emilia said softly, looking away for a moment. “I'm still the same woman you married, Richard. Maybe I'm just not the same w

EMILIA’S POV I slowly sat across from Richard, my eyes still fixed on the document between us. Whatever he had prepared, I could already feel the weight of it before I even touched the papers. He watched me quietly, almost patiently, and somehow that calmness unsettled me more than anger would have. I reached for the document and turned the first page. “This is a financial agreement?” I asked, looking through the pages with growing confusion. “What exactly am I looking at, Richard?” My eyes moved over the legal language, the clauses, and the signatures that had already been prepared. None of it mentioned Adrienne, the hospital, or an affair. That almost made it worse because I couldn't understand why he was showing it to me now. “It is an agreement that protects what belongs to me if our marriage falls apart,” Richard explained calmly, folding his hands together as he watched me read. “You should understand what you're risking before you make decisions that cannot be undone.” His

EMILIA’S POV The message arrived the next morning with a specific date and time, leaving no room for me to pretend I could ignore it. I stared at the screen, reading the instructions twice before the threat beneath them finally sank in. If I refused to return to the club, the photographs would be sent to Richard. My hands went cold as I realized they had planned everything carefully. I knew going back could be dangerous, but staying away wasn't making me safer anymore. Someone had access to photographs, old records, and details about my appearances that even Adrienne hadn't known. That meant someone connected to the club could be helping the blackmailer. I couldn't keep running from the problem without understanding where it started, so I decided to go back, but this time, I wasn't going there to perform. I arrived at the club wearing the same kind of disguise I had always used, making sure nobody would recognize me immediately. The familiar entrance brought back memories I didn't

EMILIA’S POV I woke slowly, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above me before the memories of the night before came rushing back. Adrienne. The conversation. The kiss. The way I had stayed instead of walking away. For several seconds, I didn't move. I simply lay there, feeling the weight of what I had done. There was no way to call it a game anymore, and pretending otherwise would only be lying to myself. I turned my head and found Adrienne already awake, sitting quietly on the other side of the room. “You’re awake,” he observed, watching me carefully. I pulled the blanket closer around myself, suddenly unsure what I was supposed to say. “I am,” I replied softly. He didn't smile or make some playful comment to lighten the moment. Instead, he gave me space, almost as though he understood that I needed time to process everything. “I don't know what happens now,” I admitted, sitting up slowly. Adrienne remained quiet for a moment before answering. “Neither do I,” he confessed honestl