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

will, but Mr. Smith, is this really the place to discuss our divorce?" Her voice was soft but firm, as if convincing

divorce left him feeling uneasy. "Fine, and after dinner, go to the hospital for a check-up," he said,

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

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 together. "I'm married. Being pregnant is normal.

seeing her bluff now, she felt relieved. Emily must not be pregnant; otherwise, with her timid nature, she wouldn't dare talk back

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

Sophia because she and her mom believed that the unloved one was the third party. But she couldn't resist the jab. Sure enough, Sophia

her side, but she smiled indifferently. "Sophia, you should read the marriage laws. Even if he's not my husband anymore, he's just a man I used and

like this. Her eyes darkened. "Really? Since you

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

Sophia suddenly shouted loudly, looking aggrieved. Emily hadn't figured out what she

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

I'm sorry. I won't dare again. 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.

Michael was the first to

know what Sophia was up to by now, she would be really