All Chapters of Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ADRIENNE’S POV Adrienne noticed Emilia before she noticed him. She stood near the nurses’ station, holding a patient file against her chest while pretending to listen to Janet. Her eyes kept moving toward his office, waiting for him to look up. He did not. He forced himself to remain focused on the report in front of him, even though he had already read the same sentence four times without understanding it. “Doctor Adrienne, the laboratory results for room twelve are ready,” Janet informed him, placing the file on his desk with a careful smile, but her eyes moved between him and Emilia as if she could feel the tension neither of them was willing to explain. “Thank you, Janet. Please leave them here, and remind the nurses to monitor the patient’s temperature every two hours,” Adrienne instructed, keeping his voice calm while he avoided looking at the doorway where Emilia had finally turned away. He had not stopped caring about her. That was the problem. If he had stopped caring, d

EMILIA’S POV The club looked exactly as I remembered it, loud music shaking the walls, colored lights flashing across the crowded room, and strangers laughing as though nothing terrible had ever happened. I stood outside Justin’s office, reminding myself that I had not returned to relive the past. I was there because someone was using that past against me, and I needed answers. Justin looked up when I entered, surprise crossing his face before concern replaced it. He pushed the papers on his desk aside and leaned forward. “Emilia, what are you doing here? You should have called first.” I closed the door behind me, keeping my expression calm while studying his reaction. “I wanted to speak privately, Justin. This couldn’t wait.” He pointed toward the chair opposite him, his eyes moving over my face as though searching for an explanation. “You look worried. Is something wrong?” I sat down, keeping my handbag tightly against my lap. “Someone has been blackmailing me,” I answered, watc

EMILIA’S POV Adrienne’s message arrived just after sunrise, while I stood before my wardrobe, wondering what kind of day I wanted to have. He asked me to meet him after work, and unlike his recent messages, this one mentioned no patients, files, or emergencies. It was personal, and that simple difference made my heart beat faster than I expected. When I entered his car, I immediately asked where we were going. Adrienne glanced at me, amused, before pulling away from the hospital parking lot. “You’ll find out,” he promised, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “And before you ask, we’re not going to my apartment.” His answer made me curious, suspicious, and strangely excited. “Why not?” I asked, turning toward him with a small frown. “You’re the one who invited me.” Adrienne’s expression softened as he watched the road. “Because I don’t want every moment we share happening behind a locked door. I want one day that isn’t connected to fear, secrecy, or Richard.” His words touched

EMILIA’S POV Richard’s question followed me long after I left the consultation room. Even while checking patient files, I could hear his calm voice asking why I looked at Adrienne like he was something I feared losing. I had spent weeks avoiding that truth, pretending my feelings were manageable. Now, one question had forced everything I buried to rise again. I tried to work normally, but my concentration kept slipping. I checked results twice, misplaced a file, and forgot a nurse’s request almost immediately. Every quiet moment brought back Adrienne’s hand adjusting my sleeve and Richard watching him. I knew I needed to speak with Adrienne, even though I feared what that conversation might demand from me. When my shift ended, I went straight to Adrienne’s apartment. He opened the door before I knocked twice, and his expression changed as soon as he saw my face. He stepped aside without asking questions. I entered slowly, carrying the weight of the hospital, Richard’s suspicion, a

EMILIA’S POV I woke before sunrise with Richard's final words still sitting heavily in my chest. My wrist throbbed when I reached for the glass beside my bed, reminding me of what had happened the night before. I pulled my sleeve down immediately, staring at the faint red mark before covering it with my other hand. That thought stayed with me again. The room was quiet, but my thoughts were not. I kept wondering whether I had imagined how frightened I felt when Richard grabbed me. I knew I had not. The bruise was proof, even if it was small. I dressed carefully, choosing a long-sleeved blouse that covered my wrist completely before leaving. Before I faced another day alone. The hospital was already busy when I arrived. Nurses hurried between rooms, patients waited near reception, and phones rang constantly from different departments. The familiar noise should have comforted me, but my mind remained somewhere else. I kept adjusting my sleeve, making sure the fabric stayed exactly wh