Chapter 52 You Are Mrs. Smith

She'd known about their relationship forever, and Michael wasn't clueless about her thing with Sophia, either. So, what was there to explain?

Michael sighed, "Emily, I get it, you don't like her. But humiliating her in public? Isn't that a bit much?"

Emily scoffed, her heart aching. "Humiliated her? Was it me who made her a mistress?"

Michael's face darkened, his tone icy. "I told you, she's not a mistress."

Emily was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice trembling. "So, I'm the mistress, right?"

Michael looked at her, his expression suddenly pained. "That's not what I meant."

Emily didn't turn back. "Then what do you mean? In love, the one who isn't loved is the mistress. Is that what you mean?"

Without waiting for Michael's response, she stormed upstairs.

Emily hadn't realized she was the mistress all along. 'Michael's right, why am I even comparing myself to Sophia?'

She could never measure up to his Sophia. Whether in the past or now, Emily thought she at least had a little place in Michael's heart, but now she knew she had none.

liked Sophia, would do anything for Sophia, couldn't stand seeing her

time, when Sophia had been disgraced for plagiarism, he had managed to suppress the scandal and keep Sophia employed at the company. 'How can I still be so thick?' Emily couldn't help but ask herself. Now, Emily found Michael utterly terrifying and

wasn't around. If Sophia was there, she would never be Michael's first

Emily go upstairs without looking back, realizing his words might have

start. Even he wasn't clear about his feelings for Sophia. He only knew he had to protect

did his heart ache

have for Emily. He wondered, 'Is it familial affection? We've

want familial love either. After returning to her room, Emily threw herself

misplaced her deep feelings. When Michael said

how strong she pretended to be in front of Sophia, no matter how many times she made Sophia suffer, no

of them slept well that

when Emily saw Michael eating in the living room, she didn't want to see him

about to leave, Michael called out, "Come have

Emily didn't respond.

"Don't make me

I need to spell it out? I don't want to eat with you. I don't want to sit at

Michael quickly pinned her against the door. "Emily, I know you're mad about what I said last night, but I didn't mean it like that. You're the hostess of the Smith

hold her arm, but she stepped back, refusing his

not to

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