All Chapters of Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ADRIENNE’S POVI tried to focus on work, but Emilia had been on my mind since the morning. After everything that happened between us, I had expected things to feel different, yet she had become quieter, more distant, and careful with every interaction. I didn’t blame her. She was still married, and I knew she needed time, so I decided not to pressure her.That decision became harder to maintain when she stopped looking for me. Before, Emilia would find small reasons to pass by my office or send me messages during the day. Now, she barely acknowledged me unless work required it. I told myself she was only trying to create distance, but the truth was that I missed her more than I wanted to admit.My phone remained beside my laptop while I worked through a stack of reports. Every few minutes, I found myself checking the screen, hoping to see her name. Each time there was nothing, I returned to the documents and forced myself to concentrate, even though the words seemed to blur together.

EMILIA’S POV I was still standing close to Adrienne when the sound of footsteps approached his office. His hand was resting lightly against my waist, and I had just started telling him something when the door opened without warning. Janet stepped inside with a file pressed against her chest, and my entire body went stiff before I could even think of a reason to explain why I was there. “Emilia?” Janet asked, stopping near the doorway while her eyes moved between Adrienne and me. Her voice carried surprise, and the way she looked at our closeness made my heart jump so hard that I almost forgot how to breathe. “I was just discussing a difficult patient with Adrienne,” I replied quickly, stepping away from him while pretending to adjust the sleeve of my blouse. My voice sounded too fast, and I could feel the heat rising into my face as I tried to make the explanation sound natural. Adrienne didn’t hesitate. “She came to ask about the patient in room twelve,” he explained, moving tow

EMILIA’S POV The message arrived while I was checking a patient’s file. My phone vibrated against the desk, and the unknown number on the screen immediately made my stomach tighten. I stared at it for several seconds before opening the message, already knowing that whoever was behind it had found another way to ruin my peace. Transfer ₦5,000,000 to the account I’ll send, or return to the club tonight. My fingers went cold as I read the words. There was no greeting, no explanation, and no room for negotiation. They had simply placed another demand in front of me, expecting me to obey because they knew I was too afraid to fight back. I scrolled down, hoping there would be no more, but another photograph appeared beneath the message. I opened it slowly, and the breath left my lungs when I recognized the room immediately. Richard was sleeping on our bed, one arm resting across his chest, completely unaware that someone had taken a photograph of him inside our home. For several secon

EMILIA’S POV I barely slept after Adrienne told me whoever sent the photographs had been close to me for longer than we thought. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the envelope on the dressing-room table, the pictures spread across it like someone had been patiently building a case against me. By morning, I had already decided I could not keep guessing. If someone knew my hospital schedule, my marriage, my past, and Adrienne’s movements, then I needed to find out who had access to all those things. Janet sat beside me in the records office, scrolling through the hospital system while I stood behind her with my arms folded tightly across my chest. “You’re making this look more serious than a normal records check,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder with a small frown. “What exactly are we looking for, Emilia? Someone changing your appointments? Someone reading your files?” “I don’t know yet,” I admitted, keeping my voice low as I watched her open the appointment access histor

EMILIA’S POV The moment we entered the house, Richard removed his jacket and handed it to the waiting staff. I stood near the doorway, still feeling his hand around my waist from dinner. My body was tired, but my mind was worse. I wanted silence, a shower, and a bed where nobody expected anything from me, more than I wanted to admit. “ You should change quickly,” Richard instructed, loosening his tie while watching me. “We have barely spent any time together tonight.” I looked at him, trying to understand how he could say that after holding me like a prisoner throughout dinner. “I am exhausted, Richard. I want to sleep alone tonight,” I replied, and that truth frightened me. His expression changed immediately. “Alone?” he repeated, as if I had used an insulting word. I nodded and reached for my bag. “Yes. I have had a long day, and I do not have the energy for anything else.” He stared at me, clearly unused to hearing me refuse him so directly, without giving him another explanati