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."

I don't need it." She didn't 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 cold words cut deep. "When are you going to sign the

icy stare. "I will, but Mr. Smith, is this really the place

right. But hearing her agree to the divorce left him feeling uneasy. "Fine, and after dinner, go to the hospital for a check-up," he said, walking out

wants me to go to the hospital. Does he suspect something? No, I can't let Michael know

was thinking of an excuse to avoid the hospital, Sophia suddenly appeared in front of her. "Emily, you don't look well. Are you pregnant?" Sophia asked, sitting in her wheelchair with a sarcastic tone. Emily's eyelid twitched, but she quickly pulled herself

bluff now, she felt relieved. Emily must not be pregnant; otherwise,

in the past two years, haven't you?" Sophia's suddenly

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

smiled indifferently. "Sophia, you should read the marriage laws. Even if he's not my husband

eyes darkened. "Really? Since you have no interest in Michael, let me help you. Guess who Michael will believe

being grabbed. Sophia managed to stand

Michael." Sophia suddenly shouted loudly, looking aggrieved. Emily

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

people who came in saw Emily standing coldly beside

was the first to rush over, angrily

by now, she would be really stupid. She coldly watched Sophia's lame performance,