The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

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 asked, "I heard you fell asleep during a meeting today. Are you okay?" Emily swore she was just asking out of normal concern, but Michael suddenly got angry.

Michael replied, "Emily, you're feeling pretty smug now, aren't you? Do you think your fake concern can hide your hypocritical nature?"

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

"What are you talking about? How am I smug?" Emily asked back, her face darkening.

Michael had been in a foul mood all day. He knew it wasn't Emily's fault, but he couldn't find an outlet for his frustration. So he could only be furious with her.

"It's all because of you," he suddenly said, glaring at her viciously.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Emily thought he must have been upset by Sophia, which was why he said it was because of her.

Her face turned pale instantly, and the dense pain in her heart made her numb. She almost wanted to break the knife and fork in her hand.

'Is Sophia causing trouble again? So he's not upset about the company's issues today.' She had hoped they could have a quiet dinner tonight, like many nights before. Even though he was cold, he had never spoken harshly to her.

But she was overthinking again. Her love for Michael seemed to shrink a bit more.

Ava brought over a plate of Maple Glazed Pork Belly, 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 that she specifically asked Ava to make it sweet. She immediately got up and ran to the bathroom, with Michael covering his mouth and following closely behind.

Ava looked at the Maple Glazed Pork Belly and then at Michael and Emily, who were running to the bathroom with their mouths covered. 'Could the Maple Glazed Pork Belly be that disgusting?' Emily felt a bit better after throwing up everything she had just eaten.

As for Michael, he hadn't 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 was still pale and grim. "Why are you throwing up?" Emily asked hoarsely, as if they hadn't been at each other's throats in the living room just now.

Michael noticed her pale face and how much weight she had lost recently. Her face, already small, now seemed the size of his palm.

He knew her illness started when he mentioned divorce. In a way, he was partly responsible. He suddenly remembered what the doctor had said. "Try to be nicer to your wife. Try to accept her."

He also remembered his earlier questioning and cursing. He closed his eyes in exhaustion, supporting himself on the sink, lost in thought.

Emily had no idea about Michael's conflicting thoughts.

"Take care of yourself. Throwing up like this isn't a solution. I'll have a nutritionist come over tomorrow to help you," Michael said and left the bathroom.

Emily thought for a long time but couldn't tell if Michael was talking to her or himself. And she noticed a problem, 'Why did he throw up when I did?' She looked down at her belly.

"Baby, is your daddy pregnant too?" she muttered to herself, then laughed at her own thought.

When she came out of the bathroom, she heard Michael telling Ava not to make such greasy food anymore. She no longer wished he was doing it for her. But Michael's change in attitude still puzzled her.

After her bath, Emily opened the drawer, and the divorce agreement inside was glaringly obvious. Thinking about what happened at the hospital today, she felt a bit scared. If something like that happened again, she didn't know if she would be lucky enough to hide it from Michael. So divorce was the best option now.

She picked up the divorce agreement. After hesitating for so long, she decided to make up her mind.

For the first time, she took the initiative to talk to Michael about the divorce. She had once hoped they could develop feelings over time like a normal couple, but now she realized Michael wasn't an ordinary person.

In this marriage, Michael was the dominant one, and she only could listen to him. She pushed open Michael's study door. He was in a conference call, so she could only sit quietly on the sofa and wait for him. But unknowingly, she felt her eyelids getting heavier, and she eventually fell asleep.