The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 3 Believe You or Believe Me

Sophia quickly jumped in with a forced smile, "Oh, I mean, Emily told me she's not ready for kids yet." Deep down, Sophia was terrified that Emily might actually be pregnant with Michael's baby. She looked down, hiding the brief flash of coldness in her eyes.

In the bathroom, Emily couldn't hold it in anymore and squatted by the toilet, dry heaving and tearing up.

Michael, who had followed her in, suddenly felt queasy too. Watching Emily hug the toilet, he rushed to the sink, retching but not throwing up.

He glanced at Emily, who had stopped vomiting, and pressed his stomach, wondering if he'd been drinking too much lately. He stared at the back of her head, puzzled. 'Why am I feeling sick too? Am I just imagining things?' After a bit, Emily stood up, using the toilet for support, and without looking at Michael, walked to the sink.

"Emily, what's going on? If you're not feeling well, why don't you go to the hospital?" he snapped, a bit annoyed.

Emily washed her hands and looked at him in the mirror, her face pale and eyes teary, like a broken doll that made you want to protect her.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Emily ignored his scolding and asked softly, noticing he had been retching too. 'Is he ill?' she wondered.

Michael met her gaze, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. "I should be asking you that. Why did you throw up?" he demanded, staring at her.

Emily felt a pang of guilt; she couldn't let him know she was pregnant. She had to act tough. "Mr. Smith, you said I forgot my role as Mrs. Smith. What about you? Have you forgotten your role as a husband?" Michael's irritation flared, making him forget his earlier confusion. "Emily, I'm worried about your health. Don't change the subject."

need his fake concern or pity. Emily kept a cold expression, turned, and opened the bathroom door. But before she could leave, Michael grabbed her wrist from behind. The warmth of his hand made her heart skip a beat, but his next

yanked her hand free and met his icy stare. "I will, but Mr. Smith, is this really the place to discuss our divorce?" Her voice was soft but firm, as if convincing

agree to the divorce left him feeling uneasy. "Fine, and after dinner, go to the hospital

the hem of her shirt. 'He wants me to go to the hospital. Does

Sophia asked, sitting in her wheelchair with a sarcastic tone. Emily's eyelid twitched, but she quickly pulled herself together. "I'm married. Being pregnant is normal. Are you scared I might be?" She shot

suspicions about Emily being pregnant, but seeing her bluff now, she felt relieved. Emily

you've changed a lot in the past two years,

that the unloved one was the third party. But she couldn't resist the jab. Sure enough, Sophia didn't care and smiled slightly, her tone turning icy as she stared at Emily. "You took my Michael for two years. It's time to give him back, isn't

laws. Even if he's not my husband anymore, he's just

weak Emily to speak to her like this. Her eyes darkened. "Really? Since you have no interest in Michael, let me help

her words when she felt her wrist being grabbed. Sophia managed to stand up, placing her hands on

loudly, looking aggrieved. Emily hadn't figured out what

let go of her shoulders and fell to the ground. Everything happened too quickly, giving Emily no time

Please don't hit me." Sophia suddenly looked at Emily in fear, and the people who came in saw Emily standing coldly beside her, while Sophia was on the ground with tears on her face. Clearly,

was the first to rush over, angrily

by now, she would be really stupid. She