The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

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?

When did prices get so crazy here?

Maybe they were always like this, and she just didn't know because Michael had kept her so sheltered.

An $8 coffee was a shock to her.

If it were Michael or Veda, they wouldn't even blink. They'd probably think an $8 coffee was cheap; $20 or $60 would be nothing to them. They were from a different world.

Trying to fit into their world had only left her hurt.

She was about to divorce Michael and go back to a normal life.

Emily was looking forward to it, but she was also a bit lost, not knowing how to adapt or where to start.

"Miss, are you ready to order?" The waiter's question brought her back again, and she pointed to the cheapest coffee on the menu.

"I'll have this, and a plain bagel, please," Emily said, handing back the menu. Her smile faded quickly.

She rarely had time to wander the mall alone, and this unexpected outing was actually kind of nice.

A cup of coffee woke her up, and a bagel filled her up.

She felt recharged.

Emily left the mall and grabbed a cab to Smith Corporation.

Little did she know, an exciting adventure was just beginning.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Get your president here now! I want him to see the kind of people he's hiring! All 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; it was too damaging.

So she walked straight over and pushed her way into the crowd.

Sure enough, there was a middle-aged woman, cursing up a storm. She had an expensive bag, was well-groomed, and dressed in designer clothes, looking pretty intimidating.

But Emily gathered her courage and approached her. "Hello, ma'am, do you have an appointment? Without one, you can't just come to the 32nd floor."

With that, Emily was about to signal for security.

She had no experience dealing with women like this and didn't know why she was here.

If things got out of hand, she worried the woman might get physical and hurt her.

More importantly, she didn't want to risk harming her baby, so calling security was her top priority.

The woman yelled, "Enough! Everyone tells me to make an appointment. What, is your president made of gold? Without an appointment, I can't see him? I insist on seeing him today. Get out of my way!" The woman was completely irrational, acting like a madwoman.

Seeing that she was about to push Emily, Emily knew she had to take charge since Andrew wasn't there, and Michael hadn't arrived yet.

She dodged the woman's attack and asked patiently, "Ma'am, may I ask what you need to discuss with our president? He's very busy, so I need to relay the message to him, and he will decide whether to see you." Emily stayed polite and courteous throughout.

But the more she did, the angrier the woman became.

She scrutinized Emily, seeing her radiant face and expensive clothes, and immediately became suspicious. "Do you work in the secretary's office?"

Emily was surprised and confused but nodded. "Yes."

The woman immediately flew into a rage, her voice booming like a thunderstorm.

It was terrifying, and the onlookers didn't dare to intervene, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.

The woman scolded, "Great. You're the one I'm looking for! A homewrecker, and you still have the nerve to come to work? What, being kept by my husband isn't enough for you? You want to pretend to be an independent woman in front of him? Whore, with your figure, I could take you down in a minute. You little vixen, just wait. I'll make sure you lose this job!"

With that, the woman reached out to grab Emily's hair.

Fortunately, someone intervened, giving Emily a chance to dodge.

The woman continued to scold, "You dare to dodge! When you slept with my husband, did you think about today? Where did you get those branded clothes? They must be my husband's doing. You two are living the good life, completely disregarding me, the legitimate wife!"

The more the woman cursed, the more intense she became, her eyes bloodshot and terrifying.