The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

An hour later, Michael wrapped up his conference call and noticed Emily snoozing on the couch in his study. For the first time, he felt a mix of amusement and frustration. 'Does she come here just to sleep?' he wondered.

He walked over with his long strides and spotted two thin sheets of paper on the floor-the divorce agreement.

His smile vanished, replaced by a grim look. 'So she comes to talk about the divorce. Is she that eager?'

Even though he was the one who suggested the divorce, seeing her signature on the agreement made him feel weirdly uncomfortable.

If he was going to feel bad, she shouldn't feel good either. With that thought, he picked up a pillow from the floor and tossed it at Emily, not too hard but not too gently either. Emily was only napping lightly and woke up immediately when the pillow hit her.

"Are you done with your meeting?" Emily sat up, annoyed that she had fallen asleep, likely due to her pregnancy.

"What? Did you come here specifically to sleep, or are you just in a hurry to get divorced from me?" Michael snorted angrily, his eyes drifting to the divorce agreement on the coffee table.

Hearing this, Emily immediately stood up and grabbed the divorce agreement. She hadn't come here to sleep.

"Yeah, didn't you want a divorce a long time ago? I've already signed it. Let's find a time to get the divorce decree." She stated expressionlessly.

Michael felt a wave of discomfort, as if she had said something outrageous.

"Emily, are you that eager to get divorced? Do you already have someone else?" Michael didn't realize his own panic made him speak without thinking. Emily stared at him in disbelief, not understanding how he could say something so absurd.

Michael retorted, "Stop talking nonsense. Isn't it you who has someone else?"

As soon as Sophia came back, he had sent the divorce agreement.

Michael realized he might have overreacted. Logically, he should be happy that Emily agreed to the divorce, but instead, he felt angry and suffocated. Ignoring his discomfort, he looked at Emily with an extremely grim face. "You've known about Sophia and me from the beginning. Don't slander her."

Emily laughed in exasperation. "Slander her? Am I not stating the facts? Didn't you cheat during the marriage, or didn't she rush to be the other woman?" Emily finally couldn't hold back and shouted out everything she had been suppressing. She had convinced herself. She was about to divorce him, but hearing him defend Sophia with such tenderness in his eyes, all her mental preparations broke.

She realized she had been lying to herself. She cared, which was why she felt disappointed and heartbroken. It felt like a hand was squeezing her heart, making it painful to breathe.

Before Michael could say anything, he saw her suddenly turn pale and clutch her stomach, squatting down.

As soon as Emily finished speaking, she felt a cramp in her stomach, followed by waves of pain.

"What are you doing? Stop pretending. My relationship with Sophia has nothing to do with you, and I don't want you to interfere." Michael said coldly, hands in his pockets.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Emily's pain intensified, and she couldn't care about what he was saying. She could only ask for his help.

"Michael, my stomach hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?" She squatted on the ground, tears of pain streaming down her face.

Michael was stunned. Seeing she wasn't pretending, his face changed, and he immediately scooped her up.

"Why does your stomach hurt? I'll take you to the hospital right now," he said, putting aside their argument and starting to feel guilty for his harsh words. Michael also felt cramps in his lower abdomen, the pain stimulating his nerves. Fortunately, there was an emergency room open at night. When Emily arrived at the hospital, she remembered she couldn't let Michael find out she was pregnant, especially since she had just had a check-up that morning. She took the opportunity while Michael was paying to ask the doctor to keep it a secret.

"Miss, you need to stay in a happy mood during pregnancy, no extreme emotions. Luckily, this time it's just uterine contractions caused by your mood, but now your progesterone is a bit low, so it's more likely to have a miscarriage. I'll prescribe some medication to help you keep the baby, and you should stay overnight for observation. If everything is fine, you can go home tomorrow," the emergency doctor, a kind middle-aged woman, said. Emily nodded. "Thank you, but can I ask you a favor? My husband doesn't know I'm pregnant yet. Can you keep it a secret? I want to surprise him and tell him myself."

The doctor nodded in understanding and left. Emily breathed a sigh of relief, glad she had managed to keep it a secret.

When Michael returned to the room, Emily had already changed into a hospital gown and was quietly leaning against the headboard, looking frail and pitiful.

Michael stood at the door, watching her for a long time. He realized that he had never truly cared for her or understood her. Now, feeling connected to her emotions, her pain was his pain, leaving him at a loss.

She was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, any man would be proud to take to social events. But she was too quiet, so quiet that he often forgot she was there.

She never argued or fought, always gentle and kind. But he knew clearly that the person he liked was someone like Sophia, always passionate like the sun. But Emily was too dull. However, he noticed that since Sophia came back, Emily had become sharp. But now, looking at her quiet demeanor, it seemed she had returned to her old self. He didn't know what he felt now, a mix of emotions.

After all the commotion, it was already ten o'clock at night. He pushed the door open and walked in. Emily instinctively looked up at him.

For a moment, neither of them knew what to say. Emily thought of the divorce agreement but felt it was not the right time to bring it up. "Are you feeling better?" Michael asked calmly for once.

Emily nodded without speaking, her face still pale and fragile.

"Then get some rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow." Michael felt there was no point in staying here, so he said one last word and turned to leave.

But just as he reached the door, he added softly without turning back, "Why are you different from before?" It was a subconscious question, perhaps not even needing her answer, as he had already walked out.

But Emily still heard it. She wondered, 'The old me? Does he still remember what I used to be like? But what does it matter? No matter which side of me, he wouldn't give a damn.'