The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

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.

do anything for Sophia, couldn't stand seeing her bullied or

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 disgusting. 'Why

her was only because Sophia wasn't around. If Sophia was there, she would never

go upstairs without looking back, realizing his words might

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

Sophia, but why did

He wondered, 'Is it familial affection? We've been together day and night for the past two years. Without romantic love, maybe

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

had misplaced her deep feelings. When Michael

dissipated at that moment. No matter how strong she pretended to be in front of Sophia, no matter how many times she

slept well

the morning, when Emily saw Michael eating in the living room, she didn't

as she was about to leave, Michael called out,

Emily didn't respond.

repeated, "Don't make me

don't want to sit at the

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 Family, that's a fact, and no one thinks you're a mistress." Emily stepped back, her eyes cold. "Really? No one thinks I'm a mistress? What about you? Do you

to hold her arm, but

we agreed not to