Double life of Mrs Sinclair

y. His hot breath was

away with the little strength I had in me. I stepped d

r than it did when I had a dying

, I might have lost control. Wh

. I didn't spend any more time in the bui

pless night

lague the next day. Adrienne

rum into a tube. The syringe slipped off my fingers an

e the task, and head

g to think about a man who was n

pretty smile that was expected from all doctors to w

e. But I could have sworn I felt

dn't need to worry about running

phone rang inside my bag. I took it

i.

a banquet tonight at the Cavendish', be there

laces orders or makes decisions.

e called before

rove straight to Sinclair Label

like tonight. Balancing being a trophy wife and a

quickly presented me a black crepe

sted with doing my makeup. One of the

que. I was met with one of my husban

me up. He had never done it. He

ar, and we drove

astered a smile on my face, and mar

few men with champagne glasses in thier

eted the men with a wave, an

st, and I leaned into him, wearing a

round music faded into the air. Busi

a little gathering of our own. I caught a

g resemblance to Adrien

has nothing to do wi

wife of the second richest man. Rumors have it that

her and she was giggling shy

f women, but I have to keep prete

fake smiles and trying to dig

ia, how has life

tly. "Healthy

snic

a housewife, I was self-made, wh

glass before she threw

e way the baby wil

having a child. She has been doing that f

ropping my glass o

e me l

. I was only trying to get away from them.

om, I bummed into a wal

ately, before raising my head

ght earlier. He w

lia," he said w

.." I s

ing here? Was