All Chapters of Double Life of Mrs Sinclair: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EMILIA’S POV I barely slept after Richard's words. His voice kept returning whenever I closed my eyes, especially the strange warning he gave me before I went upstairs. By morning, I had replayed the conversation so many times that I could no longer ignore the question burning inside me. What had happened between Richard and Adrienne before I ever knew him? I arrived at the hospital earlier than usual and went straight toward Adrienne's office. I stopped outside his door, taking a slow breath before knocking. When he looked up and saw me, his expression changed immediately. He seemed to understand that something was wrong before I even spoke, and that made my suspicion grow stronger. “Richard told me something about you last night,” I said, closing the door behind me while keeping my voice low. “He told me I should ask you what happened before I ever met you.” Adrienne's expression tightened, and he looked away from me for several seconds before finally placing the file in his han

EMILIA’S POV I returned to the hospital the following morning with the photographs from Adrienne's file still saved on my phone. I had barely slept after learning someone had searched his office for that exact document. Now, every person walking through the hospital seemed more noticeable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching. I went straight to my office and placed my bag beside the desk. Something immediately felt wrong. My computer screen was awake even though I clearly remembered shutting it down before leaving yesterday. I stared at it for several seconds before sitting down, my fingers suddenly cold as I wondered who had been using it. I checked my recent activity and felt my stomach drop. Someone had logged into the system using my credentials after I left. They had opened several patient records, but one file appeared repeatedly in the access history. I knew the name immediately because I had just seen it inside Adrienne's old medical file. I opened

ADRIENNE’S POV I kept thinking about Emilia after our last conversation. She had tried to sound calm when she told me someone had opened her computer and searched the same employee's file, but I could hear the fear in her voice. After what happened at my office, I knew this was no longer something I could ignore. I needed to find the man before someone else found him first. I called one of my private contacts that evening and gave him the employee's old name. I did not tell him everything I knew because I wanted to keep the search quiet. I only asked him to find out whether the man was still alive and where he might be staying. A few hours later, he called me back with information that immediately caught my attention. The man was alive. According to the information I received, he had been living under another name for several years. He had changed his address, stayed away from his old friends, and kept a very quiet life. There was almost nothing about him online, and even the peo

CAMILA’S POV I had noticed the change in Adrienne for weeks, even though he had never admitted anything was wrong. He was still polite whenever we worked together, still answered my questions, and still treated me with respect, but his mind was rarely where he was. Sometimes I would speak to him and have to repeat myself because he was clearly thinking about something else. More often than not, that something was Emilia. At first, I told myself it was only because of the problems surrounding Emilia's marriage. Adrienne had always been the kind of doctor who cared too much about other people's problems, so I tried not to read anything into his concern. But after watching him for long enough, I could no longer lie to myself. The way he looked when Emilia's name came up was different from the way he reacted to anyone else. He would become quiet whenever someone mentioned her, and his attention would immediately change. If someone said she was at the hospital, he would suddenly want t

ADRIENNE’S POV I stayed in my office after Emilia left, staring at the photograph she had received. The picture looked simple, but I knew someone had taken it deliberately. They had watched Emilia enter my office, captured the moment clearly, and sent it with a warning. I needed to know who had taken it before that person decided to get closer to her. I started with the photograph itself. I checked the details hidden inside the file and traced where it had come from. It took time, but eventually I found a private security company connected to the image. The company handled surveillance work for private clients, and the person who hired them had made sure their identity was hidden behind an anonymous account. I contacted someone who could help me look into the account without alerting the people behind it. The information came back slowly, but what I found made me sit back in my chair. The anonymous account was connected to several small companies that looked unrelated at first. Ho