The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 10 Change in Attitude

She fired up her computer, and there was an email from Abigail about Phantom Beauty, sent right at noon. She opened it and skimmed through to get the gist.

She kept all her design stuff locked up in a box, worried Michael might just walk in and find out what she was up to. But honestly, she didn't even know why she was so scared of him finding out. At first, she wanted to tell him, but his constant cold shoulder made her bite her tongue. So, they just kept things as they were. He thought she was just some lazy woman, and she let him think that.

Abigail had asked her more than once why she didn't just leave Michael. She could totally live on her own now and didn't need to rely on anyone. She always just shook her head and gave a wry smile. 'What other reason could there be besides love?' she thought.

She knew that if Michael hadn't given her basic living security and paid her mom's crazy high medical bills two years ago, she wouldn't have had the peace of mind to draw any design sketches. She wouldn't have been able to create calmly, and there wouldn't be the current Ella. In a way, Michael was her savior. He gave her a glimmer of hope during the darkest time of her life, but now that light was fading.

She took a deep breath, pushed all her thoughts aside, and got ready to draw.

Her mom used to be a famous designer. The jewelry she designed was collected by many big shots, and many pieces were left to her, but now they were all gone. So she dreamed of standing in front of the public and telling everyone that she was the jewelry designer Emily, not the plagiarist Emily in the future. Only then would she be worthy of Isabella's teachings.

Before she knew it, it had gotten dark. She looked out the window; it was already past six, but Michael hadn't come back yet. "Mrs. Smith, dinner is ready," Ava knocked on the door to remind her.

When Emily went downstairs, she found Michael already sitting in the living room. She felt a slight thrill in her heart, which she quickly suppressed.

She walked over and sat across from him. He remained silent, his face still looking grim. Seeing Emily come down, his expression grew even darker.

Emily swore

smug now, aren't you? Do you

momentarily stunned by Michael's questioning and cursing. She had no idea what he was talking

How am I smug?" Emily asked back, her

a foul mood all day. He knew it wasn't Emily's fault, but he couldn't find an outlet for his

all because of you," he suddenly

been upset by Sophia, which was why he said

pain in her heart made her numb. She almost wanted

had hoped they could have a quiet dinner tonight, like many nights before. Even though he

for Michael seemed to

reminding Emily that it was sweet and she could have a few more pieces. But at that moment, Emily suddenly felt nauseous and queasy at the sight of it, even though she had liked it so much yesterday

their mouths covered. 'Could the Maple Glazed Pork Belly be that disgusting?' Emily felt a

eaten anything, so he had nothing to throw up. The two of them looked at each other. Michael's eyes were red due to the nausea, but his face

she had lost recently. Her face, already small, now

a way, he was partly responsible. He suddenly remembered what the doctor had said. "Try to be nicer to your wife. Try to accept

and cursing. He closed his eyes in exhaustion, supporting himself on the sink, lost

no idea about

like this isn't a solution. I'll have a