The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 1 Divorce Agreement

The air in the fancy room felt like it had been sucked out. For a moment, Emily Brown couldn't breathe, her body frozen. Her eyes twitched as she looked at the man in front of her. No, she was really looking at the document he handed over, listening to his cold voice.

"Sign this divorce agreement. We agreed on this before," he said.

Yeah, they had agreed on this three years ago. Emily mocked herself silently, clutching a pregnancy ultrasound report behind her back. She couldn't bring it out now.

Just two hours ago, she found out she was one month pregnant. Her first reaction was joy, followed by panic and helplessness. She wondered how to tell the man in front of her, but now it seemed she couldn't say anything at all. After all, she married Michael Smith so they both could get what they wanted. Three years ago, she needed a place for her and her mom to settle down, and he needed an obedient wife to deal with his family's pressure to marry. She still remembered what he had said back then. "I'll agree to your terms and give you the title of Mrs. Smith for three years. After three years, we'll divorce." He paused and added, "And don't fall in love with me, because I will never love you." Michael's words seemed to echo in her ears, but now they felt like a slap in the face.

Suppressing the bitterness and pain in her heart, she didn't take the divorce agreement but looked at Michael with a calm gaze. "But, it's not three years yet." There was still a year and three months left until their agreed divorce date, yet he was so eager to present the divorce agreement, reminding her of what she saw at the hospital yesterday.

He had rushed past her, holding another woman. With a face full of concern, he didn't notice her at all. But she saw that the woman in his arms was Sophia Brown, who had gone abroad two years ago. So it was because she was back. He seemed to have run out of patience, irritably and rudely throwing the divorce agreement in her face. "Sign it. You'll get enough compensation. Sophia is back, and our farce should end," Michael said expressionlessly, then turned and left, slamming the door behind him.

It took Emily a minute to recover from his words, and tears began to fall uncontrollably. So, their nearly two-year marriage had become a farce the moment Sophia returned.

Sophia had left for her dance career abroad, and Michael had chased her to the airport but couldn't keep her. He had gotten drunk late at night and happened to meet Emily, who had been kicked out

knew he was staying faithful for Sophia. But just that

just stepped out of the house when he received a call from the hospital. He

she could reach to the ground, venting her frustration. The lamp shattered into pieces at the others' feet. "Get out, all of you, get out!" Her hoarse scream filled the entire ward. The orthopedic chief cautiously stepped forward to console her, "Miss Brown, your knee

him with resentment, her voice filled with hatred. "I have a competition in a month. I need to recover in a

exchanged glances helplessly when hearing Sophia's hysterical outburst. The hospital staff hated dealing with such spoiled brats. They couldn't offend her, nor could they drive her away. They had to tread carefully, especially since Sophia had been personally brought to

while the doctors and nurses were exchanging glances. His cold expression softened slightly when he saw the

knee isn't a big problem. There's no need to worry."

Michael, she immediately put on a weak and aggrieved expression. "Michael, will I

make sure the doctors heal you." Michael gently stroked her head. Sophia's eyes lit up, and she seemed

Sophia took the opportunity to hug Michael's waist and bury her face in his chest. Michael's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't push her away, though he didn't hug her back either. After all, Sophia's

believed Michael still loved her. She had never taken Emily seriously before, and she certainly wouldn't now. Since she was back, Emily would only deserve the same life she had before. Dreaming of matching

avoiding her kiss. Sophia pretended

the ward or Sophia's overly strong perfume. "Sorry, you rest well. I have work to do. I'll see you tomorrow." Michael said, leaving the ward without looking back. Sophia watched his departing figure, clenching the bedsheet tightly. Sophia thought