The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 173

Chapter 173 The Cheating Scandal

Luckily, Emily had the foresight to grab a bite at Bryan's place, so she was feeling pretty good and the baby was safe.

But man, that fancy dress and those ill-fitting heels were killing her.

She ducked into a new mall, picked up some comfy work clothes, and swapped those heels for some flats. Then she hit up a makeup store for a quick touch-up.

In no time, she was back to her usual energetic self. But inside, she felt like a zombie, barely hanging on, just trying to find a decent café in the warm mall.

As she walked, she kept replaying Michael's words to Bryan, "I already have someone I like."

Who could Michael be into?

Emily knew Bryan had it wrong; Michael never liked Alice. She'd seen the look of love before, and Michael didn't have it for Alice.

But she had seen that look when Michael looked at Sophia.

So, Michael must've meant Sophia..

It definitely wasn't her, and it never would be.

Emily and Sophia were never on the same level from the start.

She was always the one destined to get hurt.

"Miss, what would you like?" The waiter's question snapped Emily out of her thoughts. She opened the menu and saw that even a simple coffee was $8. She frowned, thinking, was this still Emerald City?

prices get so crazy

always like this, and she just didn't know because Michael had kept her

was

it were Michael or Veda, they wouldn't even blink. They'd probably think an $8 coffee was cheap;

into their world had only left

was about to divorce Michael and go back

to it, but she was also a bit lost, not knowing how to adapt or where to

back again, and she

Emily said, handing back the menu. Her

rarely had time to wander the mall alone, and

up, and a

She felt recharged.

mall and grabbed a cab

know, an exciting adventure was

you do is seduce other people's husbands. Is this Smith Corporation or a brothel?" As soon as Emily stepped out of the elevator, she heard the commotion. She couldn't stand someone causing such a scene at Smith Corporation;

over and pushed

was a middle-aged woman, cursing up a storm. She had an expensive bag,

her. "Hello, ma'am, do you have an

was about

experience dealing with women like this and didn't know why she

got out of hand, she worried the woman

her baby, so calling

Everyone tells me to make an appointment. What, is your president made of gold? Without an appointment, I can't see

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