{"id":7603,"date":"2025-11-29T09:24:03","date_gmt":"2025-11-29T09:24:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=7603"},"modified":"2025-11-29T09:24:04","modified_gmt":"2025-11-29T09:24:04","slug":"i-was-about-to-be-fired-for-helping-a-fallen-old-man-then-the-ceo-walked-in-and-called-him-dad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=7603","title":{"rendered":"I Was About to Be Fired for Helping a Fallen Old Man! Then the CEO Walked In and Called Him \u00abDad!\u00bb\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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\u201cHold up! Get out of the way, old man, seriously, move it!\u201d The voice, sharp and entitled, sliced through the already tense atmosphere of the cramped elevator in the bustling Thompson Tower, right in the heart of downtown Chicago. \u201cHow dare you lay a hand on an elder?\u201d a clear, steady voice cut back, surprising everyone. \u201cThe elevator\u2019s already overloaded, and it happened the moment you stepped in. If anyone\u2019s leaving, it should be you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The woman who\u2019d spoken, a sharp-featured blonde in an expensive power suit, whirled around. \u201cWho do you think you are to tell me<\/em> to leave? Do you have any idea who I am? Or my direct connection to Michael Thompson, the Chairman himself?\u201d Her eyes, narrowed to slits, scanned the newcomer with disdain. \u201cI don\u2019t care who you are. Apologize to him right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A young woman, Emily Carter, blinked. Is this woman blind? To openly confront Sophia Reed, Thompson Enterprises\u2019 star Senior Manager?<\/em> Emily knew Sophia was notorious, and today was interview day for countless hopefuls, including herself. \u201cShe\u2019s here for an interview,\u201d a whispered comment from a nervous bystander reached Emily\u2019s ears. \u201cShe\u2019ll tank it for sure, after offending Sophia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily shook her head slightly. Not worth my breath,<\/em> she thought, turning her attention to the older man who still seemed a bit shaken. \u201cSir, are you okay?\u201d she asked, her voice gentle, eyes filled with genuine concern.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He offered a weak smile. \u201cI\u2019m fine, thank you, miss. Glad you\u2019re all right, too.\u201d He paused, looking at her warmly. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name, dear?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmily Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you work here, at Thompson Enterprises?\u201d he inquired, his gaze lingering on her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, sir. I\u2019m actually here for an interview.\u201d Emily offered a hopeful, if slightly nervous, smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He beamed. \u201cWell, I believe in you, Emily. You\u2019ll pass for sure.\u201d His words, so simple, brought a surprising warmth to her chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI appreciate that, sir,\u201d she replied, just as the elevator chimed, its doors finally opening. The crowd surged out, leaving Emily and a couple of others heading for the HR floor. \u201cMan, I wonder if I\u2019ll actually meet Mr. Thompson today,\u201d a voice muttered beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy would he attend interviews for us \u2018small fries\u2019?\u201d another scoffed. \u201cUnless you make it to the executive office, you\u2019ll barely get a chance to interact with Chairman Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmily Carter?\u201d A crisp voice called out from the reception area.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s me,\u201d Emily responded, stepping forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome in for your interview.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, across town in a sleek, glass-walled penthouse office overlooking the sprawling expanse of Central Park in New York City, Michael Thompson, CEO of Thompson Enterprises, was deep in a phone call. \u201cMr. Johnson, our staff wasn\u2019t at JFK to pick up Grandpa. Did you check his old brownstone in Brooklyn Heights? No sign there either.\u201d He ran a hand through his hair, a hint of frustration in his voice. \u201cYou brat, Grandpa. Are you still recovering? Why on earth would you sneak back to the USA without telling anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A gruff voice boomed from the other end. \u201cYou have the nerve to ask me<\/em>? It\u2019s been a whole year, Michael! A whole year since you promised to bring me my granddaughter-in-law. Where is she? Did you even get married<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. \u201cGrandpa, I showed you the marriage certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust the cover, boy! Do you think I\u2019m senile? I don\u2019t care about covers. I want to meet her. If I don\u2019t see her, I swear, I\u2019ll\u2026 I\u2019ll end my life right here!\u201d The old man\u2019s theatrics were legendary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine, fine!\u201d Michael capitulated, knowing resistance was futile. \u201cIf you promise to recover properly, I\u2019ll take you to meet her. One month, okay? That\u2019s all you get.\u201d He heard his grandfather huff, but a grudging agreement came through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, an unexpected addendum. \u201cOh, and a girl named Emily Carter interviewed at your company today. Hire her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael raised an eyebrow. \u201cGrandpa, our company hires based on merit. You know that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe made it to the interview, didn\u2019t she? That shows capability right there. That Emily Carter girl\u2026 she\u2019s kind and beautiful. I like her. A lot.\u201d His grandfather\u2019s tone left no room for debate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael suppressed another sigh. \u201cAlright, alright. I\u2019ll hire her. Happy now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go, Grandpa. I\u2019ll take you home,\u201d Michael said, changing the subject.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d his grandfather replied dismissively. \u201cI\u2019ll go alone. Emily Carter, huh\u2026\u201d he mumbled, the name seeming to bring a smile to his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Back in Chicago, Emily walked into the interview room, a wave of nervous energy washing over her. \u201cGood morning, panel,\u201d she greeted, offering her resume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia Reed, seated at the head of the table, sneered as her eyes landed on Emily. \u201cEw. What a coincidence.\u201d Emily\u2019s heart sank. She recognized the look. I\u2019m doomed.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet out,\u201d Sophia snapped, waving a dismissive hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou haven\u2019t even looked at my resume,\u201d Emily retorted, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t need to. Trash like you doesn\u2019t belong here. Take your resume and scram.\u201d Sophia\u2019s voice dripped with venom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, the door opened and Michael Thompson himself walked in, looking every bit the formidable CEO, his presence instantly commanding the room. Oh my god, Mr. Thompson. He\u2019s even more handsome in person,<\/em> a panelist whispered, clearly star-struck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, however, was fuming. \u201cYou\u2019re just retaliating because I offended you in the elevator, aren\u2019t you?\u201d she accused, looking directly at Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smirked. \u201cSo what if I am? You bullied an elder earlier. That was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd given another chance,\u201d Emily shot back, her voice firm, \u201cI\u2019d do it again. With interviewers like you, I quit this process.\u201d She tossed her resume onto the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia shrugged. \u201cSuit yourself. Who needs this anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, who had been observing the exchange with a stony expression, finally spoke. His eyes, sharp and intelligent, met Emily\u2019s. \u201cWhy do you look\u2026 familiar?\u201d he mused aloud. \u201cWho is Emily Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s me,\u201d Emily answered, a hint of surprise in her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMajored in design?\u201d Michael continued, glancing at the abandoned resume. \u201cDoes our design department still need more people?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A nervous design manager quickly interjected, \u201cMr. Thompson, our department is fully staffed now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can join secretarial as an intern,\u201d Michael stated, then turned to his assistant. \u201cAlex Johnson, handle her onboarding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Alex replied, a hint of confusion on his face as he ushered Emily away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As they left, Sophia glared daggers at Emily\u2019s back. \u201cThis woman\u2019s already hitting on Mr. Thompson. You\u2019ll pay for this,\u201d she muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, in the bustling office, Emily was trying to find her footing when a loud voice cut through the air. \u201cYou\u2019re the new office hottie, huh?\u201d A man, Ryan Patel, Thompson Enterprises\u2019 Head of Marketing, sauntered up to her, his gaze overtly appreciative. He reached out to touch her arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Emily recoiled, slapping his hand away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan looked shocked. \u201cYou dare hit me?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou harassed me,\u201d Emily stated, her jaw tight. \u201cA slap was mercy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWeren\u2019t you just chasing Mr. Thompson?\u201d Ryan scoffed, rubbing his hand. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with a little touch from me? Stop playing the innocent saint.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson! Mark my words!\u201d Sophia suddenly appeared, her voice echoing through the office. Michael Thompson emerged from his office, his brow furrowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you move,\u201d Emily warned Ryan, refusing to let him go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet go of me!\u201d Ryan struggled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d Michael demanded, his gaze sweeping over the scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe harassed me!\u201d Emily declared, her voice trembling slightly with indignation. \u201cTouched me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan immediately turned to Michael, feigning distress. \u201cMr. Thompson, I didn\u2019t! She\u2019s\u2026 she\u2019s using me to climb up! Came on to me!\u201d He put on a convincing act. \u201cWho let this scheming woman into our company? Fire her immediately!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson,\u201d Emily interjected, her voice firm despite her anger. \u201cYou<\/em> hired her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan, thinking he had won, started to gloat. \u201cWhat the\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, I\u2019m so sorry!\u201d Alex Johnson rushed forward, looking mortified. \u201cI spoke out of turn. I apologize, but you must believe me! She was the one hitting on me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s lying!\u201d Emily protested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson,\u201d Ryan pleaded, regaining his composure. \u201cAfter all these years at the company, I\u2019ve always been diligent. You have to trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s voice was cold, decisive. \u201cGet out. You hear me? Get out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt was clearly him<\/em> harassing me! Why fire me<\/em> instead?!\u201d Emily exclaimed, utterly bewildered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael sighed, rubbing his temples. \u201cI meant him<\/em>. Not you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan looked utterly aghast. \u201cIdiot!\u201d he blurted, realizing his mistake. \u201cMr. Thompson, I know I messed up! I have an 80-year-old mother and a child on the way! If you fire me, they\u2019ll starve! Mr. Thompson, I beg you, please give me another chance!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael held up three fingers. \u201cThree.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan\u2019s face fell. \u201cMr. Thompson!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael held up two fingers. \u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan, desperate, started to babble thanks as Michael cut him off. \u201cThank you, Mr. Thompson!\u201d He scurried out of the office, defeated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael watched him go, then his eyes flickered to Emily. \u201cHave I seen her somewhere?\u201d he murmured, a thought nagging at him. \u201cAlex Johnson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, Mr. Thompson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBring me my marriage certificate. And by the way, last year, what was the name of the person you found for me to marry?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, ever efficient, replied, \u201cOlivia Bennett, sir. Are you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael frowned. \u201cI\u2019m sure. Must I have remembered wrong?\u201d He turned his attention to Emily. \u201cEmily Carter, I\u2019ll get you some materials to review. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Emily replied, still a bit stunned by the abrupt turn of events.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Alex brought Emily a stack of documents. \u201cTake these documents back and study them,\u201d he instructed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Emily said, heading back to her new, albeit temporary, desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Days later, Michael was in his office, a frustrated frown on his face. \u201cMr. Johnson, I\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said, looking at Alex. \u201cAny luck finding it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot yet, sir,\u201d Alex admitted, looking equally perplexed. \u201cI remember leaving it right here, in this spot. But it just\u2026 vanished.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, passing by, overheard. \u201cAssistant Alex, what are you looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy marriage certificate,\u201d Alex mumbled, still searching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet me help you search!\u201d Emily offered, stepping forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d Michael interjected curtly. \u201cGo get the product ingredient list for my signature.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIngredient list?\u201d Emily asked, a bit confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes. Okay, go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Ryan, still reeling from his demotion, approached Sophia. \u201cMr. Thompson, I sincerely regret my actions. Please don\u2019t fire me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smirked. \u201cI can keep you employed, Mr. Patel, and\u2026\u201d she leaned in conspiratorially. \u201cYou must help me this time. I can\u2019t lose my position at Thompson Enterprises.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll assist you,\u201d Ryan said eagerly. \u201cIf you handle something for me. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMake Emily Carter leave Thompson Enterprises,\u201d Sophia stated, her eyes glinting. \u201cEmily Carter\u2026 she\u2019s the reason I got fired by Mr. Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Ryan promised, a nasty smile spreading across his face. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure she\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cProceed,\u201d Sophia urged. She watched Ryan walk away, a triumphant smile on her face. \u201cMichael Thompson, I\u2019ll remove every woman who dares to covet you. You\u2019re mine alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Emily was about to enter Michael\u2019s office when Sophia blocked her path. \u201cWho let you in here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson,\u201d Emily began, \u201cI lost an earring here. Right here,\u201d she insisted, pointing to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWithout my permission, don\u2019t enter my office,\u201d Michael\u2019s stern voice came from inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, Mr. Thompson,\u201d Emily mumbled, retreating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, seeing her chance, marched into Michael\u2019s office. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d she demanded of Emily, who was now holding a document. \u201cFlaunting yourself for Mr. Thompson again?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m delivering the ingredient list,\u201d Emily explained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia snatched the document. Her eyes widened. \u201cWhat are you doing?! You dared to tamper with the formula! Adding mercury to it? If this goes into production, the entire batch will be ruined! You\u2019re trying to destroy Thompson Enterprises!\u201d she shrieked, making a dramatic show of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t do it!\u201d Emily protested, her face pale. \u201cI never touched this document. I just got it from R&D.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow dare you lie?!\u201d Sophia\u2019s voice was shrill. \u201cAdding this is illegal! Come with me to HR!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI won\u2019t go! I didn\u2019t do it! Let me go! Let me go!\u201d Emily struggled as Sophia grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d Michael\u2019s voice boomed, stepping out of his office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson!\u201d Sophia cried, practically throwing Emily towards him. \u201cEmily Carter tampered with the formula, damaging our reputation!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t! I never touched it!\u201d Emily pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop lying!\u201d Sophia spat. \u201cWhere\u2019s the original formula? Did you sell it to competitors?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s gaze was piercing. \u201cEmily Carter, any explanations?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI swear I didn\u2019t touch it! Taylor Green told me to retrieve this document! I didn\u2019t even look at it! How could I possibly\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnough with the act! Let\u2019s go to HR!\u201d Sophia interrupted, pulling at Emily again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI told you I didn\u2019t! I\u2019m not going! Let me go!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnough,\u201d Michael said, his voice laced with an undeniable authority that stopped them both. He looked at Emily. \u201cDid you go anywhere else?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, still shaken, thought for a moment. \u201cThe pantry. I went to the pantry for a minute. It must have been swapped there!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCheck the security footage from the pantry!\u201d Michael ordered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia scoffed. \u201cA thief crying, \u2018stop thief\u2019! Everyone knows the pantry cameras were broken.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cMr. Thompson, the surveillance cameras were repaired long ago,\u201d Alex Johnson said, stepping forward with a tablet showing live footage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the screen, Ryan Patel was clearly seen swapping documents in the pantry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s him?!\u201d Michael exclaimed, recognizing Ryan. \u201cWasn\u2019t he fired? Why is he still here?\u201d He turned to Alex. \u201cBring Ryan Patel here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir!\u201d Alex hurried off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moments later, Ryan was dragged back into the office. \u201cLet go of me! Release me! And why are you arresting me?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStill making excuses?\u201d Michael\u2019s voice was icy. \u201cThe surveillance footage is right here. Why did you swap the files to frame her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan\u2019s face drained of color. \u201cYes\u2026 It\u2019s\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, surprisingly, tried to intervene. \u201cHow dare you lie in front of Mr. Thompson? You\u2019d better think carefully before acting!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2026 I just couldn\u2019t accept it,\u201d Ryan stammered, his eyes darting wildly. \u201cI wanted Emily Carter to get fired too! Mr. Thompson, I never meant to\u2026 harm the Thompson Corporation!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSave that story for the police,\u201d Michael said, his voice flat. \u201cTake him away now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet go! I can walk myself!\u201d Ryan protested as he was led out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael turned to Emily. \u201cEmily Carter, you failed your duties. You\u2019re fired.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy?!\u201d Emily cried, utterly shocked. \u201cWasn\u2019t this already investigated? It wasn\u2019t me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At that moment, Alex rushed back in, a worried expression on his face. \u201cMr. Thompson, did you find it? It\u2019s my negligence, sir. I lost your marriage certificate. Not sure if Mrs. Thompson still has hers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s eyes hardened. \u201cI checked. One certificate is enough for divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s head spun. Marriage certificate? He\u2019s married?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine, I understand,\u201d Michael said, dismissing Alex. He looked at Emily, his expression unreadable. \u201cGet out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d Sophia said triumphantly, taking Emily\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet go! Stop dragging me!\u201d Emily pulled away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later that evening, sitting on her worn couch in her modest apartment in Queens, Emily\u2019s phone rang. It was her \u00abmysterious husband.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said, her voice small. \u201cYou and I have no connection.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop calling me your husband, Emily. This is a misunderstanding. I\u2019m\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet out!\u201d she snapped, the frustration of the day boiling over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The voice on the other end paused, then, \u201cMr. Thompson, the matter has\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI said, get out!<\/em>\u201d Michael Thompson\u2019s voice, sharp and distinct, came through the phone. Emily blinked. Wasn\u2019t this already investigated?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She held the phone away from her ear, realizing she had confused Michael Thompson with her actual<\/em> mystery husband. \u201cHello? I\u2019m sorry, I\u2026 I left early this morning.\u201d She hoped he hadn\u2019t heard Michael\u2019s angry outburst.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you crying?\u201d her mystery husband asked, his voice softer now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she lied, wiping a tear from her cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you call about the divorce matter?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAbout the divorce,\u201d Emily said, steeling herself. \u201cLet\u2019s delay it by a month. I need you to act as my wife, to meet my grandfather.\u201d She knew it was a big ask, but she had to try. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. I\u2019ll compensate you for this month.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s unnecessary,\u201d Emily replied, genuinely. \u201cThe money you gave me last time saved the life of my only family, my grandma. You\u2019re my benefactor now. I can\u2019t take more money. Rest assured, I\u2019m good with elderly people.\u201d A small smile touched her lips. \u201cWe\u2019ll proceed with the divorce soon.\u201d Then she remembered. \u201cOh, and our marriage certificate. I accidentally lost mine. Do you still have yours?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A brief silence. \u201cYours is missing too?\u201d he asked, a hint of surprise in his tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI lost your marriage certificate,\u201d Emily admitted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, she remembered something Alex Johnson had said earlier. \u201cTaylor Green just mentioned Mr. Thompson\u2019s marriage certificate is missing.\u201d What a coincidence. Two. Your marriage certificate is also missing.<\/em> A strange feeling crept over her. \u201cIf that\u2019s the case, it\u2019s a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d her mystery husband said reassuringly. \u201cA colleague of mine today also lost their marriage certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What was I thinking?<\/em> Emily thought, shaking her head. How could my mysterious husband be Mr. Thompson?<\/em>She took a deep breath. \u201cYou\u2026 are you facing some difficulties? I heard you crying earlier, even though this is a sham marriage. But tell me if you need help. I\u2019ll do my best to assist you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Michael\u2019s voice, clear and commanding, came through the office speaker. \u201cMr. Thompson, Mr. Davis, and his team have arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBring the contract,\u201d Michael instructed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s mystery husband\u2019s voice cut back in. \u201cI\u2019m fine. Right before you called me, I got fired from the company. I just lost control of my emotions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWork at your company,\u201d her husband offered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d Emily said, a renewed resolve in her voice. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. I won\u2019t be easily defeated.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour boss firing you shows his poor judgment,\u201d her husband commented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily couldn\u2019t help but agree. \u201cHmm. He really is blind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNever speak ill of others behind their backs,\u201d her husband chided gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as he said that, a car pulled up outside her building. Michael Thompson. Speak of the devil. Here he comes.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI need to go,\u201d Emily said quickly into the phone. \u201cSomething came up. We\u2019ll text about the details later. Got it.\u201d She hung up, rushing downstairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, back at Thompson Enterprises, the office was abuzz with whispers. \u201cEmily Carter, you\u2019re Mr. Thompson\u2019s new assistant, right?\u201d A co-worker asked. \u201cDo you know who Mr. Thompson\u2019s mysterious wife is? I always thought Mr. Thompson was the city\u2019s most eligible bachelor. Never imagined he\u2019s married.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEven if Mr. Thompson were single, you\u2019d still have no chance,\u201d Sophia interjected, a venomous smile on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, rumor says Mr. Thompson\u2019s planning to divorce his secret wife! Is that true?\u201d another gossiped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSeems plausible,\u201d said another. \u201cDoes that mean I still have a shot?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cToo much free time on your hands?\u201d Michael Thompson\u2019s voice suddenly cut through the air, sending a chill down everyone\u2019s spine. He looked directly at the gossiping employees. \u201cPack your belongings and leave the company immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The office fell silent. \u201cWhat\u2019s happening?!\u201d a stunned voice whispered. \u201cNo idea\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Sophia cornered Emily. \u201cTaylor Green, do you know Mr. Thompson\u2019s schedule?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHis schedule is confidential,\u201d Emily replied, recalling Alex Johnson\u2019s words. \u201cOnly Sophia and Taylor Green have access.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smirked. \u201cDo you know who Mr. Thompson is meeting with today? Probably CEO Davis from Celestial Group. Mr. Davis.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, remembering her conversation with her \u00abhusband\u00bb (Michael, she now realized with a jolt), suddenly understood. Michael was going to meet Mr. Davis. \u201cHey, where are you going?\u201d Sophia called after her as Emily hurried away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGoing to intercept him!\u201d Emily called back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She found Michael, looking rather disheveled, outside a high-end restaurant near Boston\u2019s Financial District, known for its power lunches. \u201cHand over the medicine,\u201d she demanded, extending her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at her, surprised. \u201cWhat are you doing here? How did you track me down?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI did my research,\u201d Emily said, confidently. \u201cI found out our collaboration partner is Mr. Davis from Celestial Group. This is his favorite restaurant. If we\u2019re discussing cooperation, he\u2019ll definitely choose this place.\u201d She pushed a small bottle into his hand. \u201cWhat you need now is a hangover cure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael eyed her suspiciously. \u201cWhat\u2019s your motive for approaching me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI just want to prove I can be a competent assistant,\u201d Emily stated, her resolve firm. \u201cRyan Patel was the one who messed up. Why fire me instead?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael scoffed. \u201cI don\u2019t explain things to idiots.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Emily stumbled, bumping into Michael and spilling a bit of the hangover cure on his immaculate suit. \u201cYou!\u201d she gasped, mortified. \u201cEmily Carter! I\u2019m sorry! That wasn\u2019t intentional! Let me clean that for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she frantically dabbed at his suit, Sophia arrived, a triumphant look on her face. \u201cMr. Thompson, maybe I should leave now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTaylor Green! Get back here!\u201d Michael commanded, his eyes fixed on Emily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, still trying to clean the spill, found herself in an awkward position on Michael\u2019s lap. \u201cMr. Thompson! How long will you stay on my lap?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI slipped!\u201d she protested, trying to move. \u201cMove!\u201d Michael said, not unkindly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI genuinely want to know why,\u201d Emily insisted, looking up at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael sighed. \u201cFine. I\u2019ll tell you why. As an assistant, you didn\u2019t notice the documents were swapped. Not only are you careless, you lack basic responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDare to make a bet with me,\u201d Emily challenged, meeting his gaze. \u201cGive me one month. If I can prove myself as a competent assistant, let me stay and work in the design department.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, his grandfather\u2019s voice, a memory from the phone call, echoed in his mind. It\u2019s you? That Emily Carter girl. Kind and capable. I see potential in her.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at Emily, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. \u201cFine. Out of respect for Grandpa, I\u2019ll give her another chance. Okay. You\u2019ve got one month. And if you fail\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll pay you six months\u2019 salary!\u201d Emily interjected, surprising him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine,\u201d Michael agreed, then held out his hand. \u201cGive me the deposit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily pulled out her credit card. Michael glanced at it. Why does this card look familiar?<\/em> he wondered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was just joking,\u201d Emily said, seeing his expression. \u201cYour petty cash means nothing to me.\u201d She stood up, renewed determination in her eyes. \u201cOne month. Succeed and stay. Fail and get lost.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll start work tomorrow!\u201d she declared, turning to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIdiot,\u201d Michael muttered, a small smile playing on his lips. \u201cSee you tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, Emily walked into the Thompson Enterprises office, a new spring in her step. \u201cMorning, Sophia!\u201d she chirped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood morning, Sophia!\u201d echoed another colleague.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMorning, Sister Sophia,\u201d a new hire said, slightly intimidated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia glared at Emily. \u201cEmily Carter! Weren\u2019t you fired by Mr. Thompson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson\u2019s got a sharp eye for talent,\u201d Emily replied, a playful glint in her eyes. \u201cHe kept me again. How\u2019s that? Annoyed?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cYou\u2026 Michael Thompson\u2019s making exceptions for her again!\u201d she seethed to a nearby colleague. Still no leads on the mystery wife. Another rival joins the fray.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSophia, I\u2019ve got tissues here,\u201d the colleague offered, sensing her distress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet lost!\u201d Sophia snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Emily approached Michael\u2019s office with a freshly brewed cup. \u201cMr. Thompson, your coffee, Mr. Thompson. No milk, sugar, or ice, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLeave it there,\u201d Michael said, not looking up from his computer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSomething else?\u201d Emily asked, lingering. \u201cWon\u2019t you try it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet out,\u201d Michael replied, his voice firm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily sighed and left. Michael, however, took a sip. Oh. Not bad at all.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, ever observant, watched the interaction. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing, Emily Carter? Don\u2019t tell me you\u2019re Mr. Thompson\u2019s mystery wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you insane?!\u201d Emily exclaimed, genuinely horrified. \u201cHow could I be Mr. Thompson\u2019s secret wife?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou better not be,\u201d Sophia warned, her eyes narrowed. \u201cOr else I\u2019ll\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou lunatic!\u201d Emily muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Emily\u2019s phone rang. \u201cGot it. On my way.\u201d She rushed out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, seeing Emily leave, immediately called Ryan. \u201cEmily Carter! You\u2019ve got what you wanted. Where\u2019s the money? I asked you to investigate Michael Thompson\u2019s secret wife, not this woman! Dig deeper!\u201d She hung up, fuming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ryan, now desperate, found Sophia again. \u201cYou dare trick me, bitch? Where\u2019s your promised return to Thompson Enterprises?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s eyes flashed. \u201cWant to hit me? Come on. Aim right here.\u201d She gestured to her face. Ryan hesitated, a coward. \u201cCoward. Emily Carter is our common enemy. Only when she\u2019s gone can I bring you back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmily Carter,\u201d Ryan muttered, a dark look on his face. \u201cWhat\u2019s your next move?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smiled. \u201cFine. This time I\u2019ll make her suffer properly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, office gossip was still in full swing. \u201cAbout CEO Thompson\u2019s divorce from his wife, what\u2019s your take?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot my business,\u201d Emily replied, trying to focus on her work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAren\u2019t you into Mr. Thompson?\u201d a colleague pressed. \u201cIf you like Mr. Thompson, go chase him! Stop harassing me all day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t like Mr. Thompson, why keep clinging to him?\u201d another taunted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want to join the design department!\u201d Emily burst out, frustrated. \u201cYou keep blocking me! Besides, I\u2019m already married!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The office went silent. \u201cYou\u2019re married? When did this happen?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s on my resume,\u201d Emily said, exasperated. \u201cSo, can you please stop targeting me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, who had been listening, mused aloud, \u201cMichael Thompson would never go for a married woman. I should focus on finding that mysterious lady first.\u201d She then turned to Emily, a sly smile on her face. \u201cFine. By the way, you go to Redwood International to pick up Mr. Wilson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Redwood International? Mr. Wilson?<\/em> Emily thought, puzzled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia continued, \u201cMr. Wilson is a key client. Treat him with care. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll go,\u201d Emily said, leaving immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia watched her go. \u201cShe\u2019s already gone. Get ready.\u201d She then made a call. \u201cThat\u2019s Emily Carter. It\u2019s her. Perfect. Leaving post during work hours. Let\u2019s see where she\u2019s really going.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily arrived at Redwood International, a luxury hotel and convention center in Miami Beach. She found the room Sophia had indicated. \u201cMr. Wilson, are you awake? I\u2019m here to pick you up.\u201d She knocked gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A grunt came from inside. She tried the handle, but it was locked. \u201cMr. Wilson, stay back! Open the door!\u201d she called, hearing some muffled sounds. She tried the front desk. \u201cGet the key card at the front desk. Yes, Mr. Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Michael Thompson appeared in the hallway, looking furious. \u201cEmily Carter! I know you\u2019re in there! Help!\u201d His voice was sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily was startled. \u201cWhat\u2019s Mr. Thompson doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael burst into the room, his eyes scanning Emily, who was looking flushed and disoriented. \u201cEmily Carter, look at yourself! What kind of state is this?\u201d He inhaled sharply. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you? You smell amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily felt a strange heat building inside her. \u201cEmily Carter, you\u2026 it\u2019s so hot!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmily Carter, calm down!\u201d Michael commanded, pulling her away from the bed. \u201cSet the AC to 60 degrees Fahrenheit!\u201d he barked at a hotel employee who had followed him in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, this\u2026\u201d the employee stammered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe was probably drugged,\u201d Michael stated, his expression grim. \u201cI\u2019ll take her to the hospital. Find out who was in that room!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, Mr. Thompson,\u201d Alex Johnson replied, who had also arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, in a private room at a top-tier hospital in South Beach, Emily slowly opened her eyes. \u201cYou\u2019re awake,\u201d Michael said, sitting beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy am I in a hospital?\u201d Emily mumbled, her head still foggy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf I hadn\u2019t brought you here, you\u2019d have torn me apart,\u201d Michael replied, a hint of exasperation in his voice. \u201cNever thought you\u2019d be so wild behind that innocent face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Emily asked, a blush creeping up her neck. You smell nice.<\/em> Her mind reeled. What have I done? I actually forced a kiss on my boss!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael continued, oblivious to her internal panic. \u201cYesterday you swore to win our bet, then sneaked out during work to hook up with someone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo!\u201d Emily protested. \u201cI went to pick up Mr. Wilson\u2026 Oh no, Mr. Wilson!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael raised an eyebrow. \u201cMr. Wilson? I don\u2019t recall any client named Mr. Wilson in our records. Nice try making up stories.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not lying!\u201d Emily insisted. \u201cThen why was there a creep in the room?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI must have gone to the wrong room,\u201d she realized, her memory slowly returning. \u201cWho told you to meet Mr. Wilson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSophia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael immediately turned to Alex. \u201cAlex Johnson, bring Sophia to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, who had been listening from outside the room, gasped. \u201cWhat?! You incompetent idiot!\u201d she muttered, realizing her plan had backfired. She quickly composed herself as Alex approached. \u201cThis wasn\u2019t my fault, Miss. And Mr. Thompson wants to see you at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Back in Emily\u2019s hospital room, Michael was carefully applying a cream to her face. \u201cMr. Thompson, the hospital is too dry. Could you pass me that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour hands are dirty,\u201d Michael said, gently taking her hand. \u201cLet me do it. Come here. Let me see your face.\u201d He paused, looking at her intently. \u201cYou seem to really like this.\u201d He was referring to the company\u2019s new skincare product.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOur company\u2019s products are just that good,\u201d Emily said, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. \u201cDon\u2019t think a few compliments will get you a permanent position.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCheapskate,\u201d Michael mumbled, a slight smirk on his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Sophia and Alex entered. \u201cMr. Thompson, I\u2019ve brought them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, feigning innocence, asked, \u201cMr. Thompson, you wanted to see me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you send Emily Carter to Redwood International Room 206?\u201d Michael\u2019s voice was devoid of emotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHuh? I think that did happen,\u201d Sophia stammered, trying to recall. \u201cHow come I haven\u2019t heard that there\u2019s a client named Mr. Wilson in our company?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s eyes narrowed further. \u201cMr. Lee? I thought I told her to pick up Mr. Wilson. Oh no!\u201d Sophia exclaimed, realizing her mistake. \u201cAm I getting fired again?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReally?\u201d Michael pressed. \u201cThen why wasn\u2019t Mr. Wilson in the room? There was a pervert inside.\u201d He looked at Alex. \u201cAbout what I asked you to check\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, the front desk records show the name as Ryan Patel,\u201d Alex reported.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRyan Patel?!\u201d Michael exclaimed, his voice rising. \u201cThat can\u2019t be right! I\u2019ll call Mr. Wilson immediately!\u201d He pulled out his phone. \u201cWhat?! You already left?!\u201d He looked at Sophia, his face thunderous. \u201cSir, I didn\u2019t know Mr. Wilson had already left. So the person Emily Carter went to meet was actually that Ryan Patel, that bastard.\u201d He paused, then waved his hand dismissively at Sophia. \u201cYou can go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, shaken, quickly left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Emily heard a familiar voice. \u201cEmmy!\u201d Her Grandma, looking worried, rushed into the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma! What are you doing here?!\u201d Emily exclaimed. \u201cIsn\u2019t this the person from Emmy\u2019s red book?\u201d Michael muttered under his breath, recognizing the old man from the elevator.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?\u201d Emily asked, concerned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine, sweetheart. I came to refill my prescription,\u201d Grandma replied, then her eyes landed on Michael. \u201cYoung man, you\u2019re Emmy\u2019s husband?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cEmily Carter, you told your family I\u2019m your husband?\u201d Michael asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not me!\u201d Emily protested. \u201cGrandma, there\u2019s a misunderstanding!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMisunderstanding for what? Your marriage certificate?\u201d Grandma looked confused. \u201cHe\u2019s my boss, not my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBoss?\u201d Grandma blinked. \u201cMust be my old memory failing. Grandma\u2019s getting old. Made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, still amused, took Emily aside. \u201cEmily Carter, come here for a second.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBoss,\u201d Emily said, trying to maintain a professional demeanor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet me make this clear,\u201d Michael said, his voice dropping. \u201cI don\u2019t like you. Nor will I ever. And office romances are off limits. Whatever lies you\u2019ve been spreading, you need to clarify this mess. Otherwise, you\u2019ll only embarrass yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily scoffed. \u201cWho\u2019d even like you? Crazy.\u201d She rolled her eyes. \u201cThis is absurd. Let\u2019s go change and head home, Grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That evening, Emily was getting ready for bed, holding her favorite pajamas. This outfit. Why is it identical to my mystery husband\u2019s?<\/em> she wondered, a strange feeling in her gut. But the same outfit looks much better on my mysterious husband.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day at the office, a co-worker gossiped, \u201cNewbie, do you know why President Thompson sent Ryan Patel to Denver for President Wilson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another chimed in, \u201cRyan Patel was already fired, wasn\u2019t he? He\u2019s being specially assigned. From now on, he won\u2019t be that dignified manager anymore. He\u2019ll be stuck dealing with President Wilson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPresident Wilson? Is he difficult to deal with?\u201d Emily asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re new here. President Wilson loves extreme sports,\u201d the co-worker explained. \u201cEvery year, the company picks brave staff from secretarial dept to handle him. That pervert, Ryan Patel, is such a coward. He\u2019ll probably wet his pants daily now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily couldn\u2019t help but smile. \u201cServes him right. He shouldn\u2019t harass female colleagues.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s voice cut through the air. \u201cBring coffee to my office.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Emily replied, heading to the breakroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome in,\u201d Michael said when she knocked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour coffee, President Thompson,\u201d Emily announced, placing it on his desk. She noticed a notebook on his desk, its cover familiar. So she is this obsessed with me?<\/em> Michael thought, looking at the notebook. \u201cWhere\u2019s my notebook? Forget it. I\u2019ll organize it digitally. I made myself perfectly clear yesterday. Why won\u2019t she give up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, still beside his desk, overheard his muttered thoughts. He\u2019s got bad luck in love. Just reject them outright. Say you already have someone you like. If all else fails, say you\u2019re into guys.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked up at Emily, a strange expression on his face. \u201cMr. Thompson, so it\u2019s here with you. Actually, I already have someone special.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As Michael looked at his notebook, he noticed the radiant smile on Emily\u2019s face. Yes, it didn\u2019t work.<\/em> He sighed. \u201cYou\u2026 can you tone it down a bit? Stop being so obvious. Ah. Why is she still here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson,\u201d Emily said, a blush creeping up her face. What\u2019s happening to me? Why is my heart racing? I\u2019m into guys.<\/em> \u201cWhy is he telling me this? Am I his trusted confidant now? But Mr. Thompson is married. This must be why they divorced.\u201d She felt a pang of sympathy. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, Mr. Thompson. I\u2019ll take your secret to the grave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at her, confused. \u201cMr. Thompson, wait, that\u2019s not right. She\u2019s the one who likes me. Why should I avoid her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He then called out, \u201cTwo people come with me to dine with Mr. Anderson from Hangtong. Sophia, you\u2019re with me. You come too, Emily Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, surprised, quickly grabbed her things. Sophia, however, glared. \u201cYour coffee, Mr. Thompson. She just started working here. She can already go out to discuss matters with Mr. Thompson.\u201d She scoffed. \u201cWho knows if she\u2019s using underhanded tactics to seduce Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson has a wife! Is she trying to be his mistress? Sophia\u2019s still here. Emily Carter, you\u2019ll pay for this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, at a chic restaurant in Silicon Valley, Michael and Emily were already seated with Mr. Anderson, a notoriously finicky client. Sophia arrived, looking furious. \u201cMr. Anderson, long time no see, Mr. Thompson. Please, come in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, seeing the menu, quickly said, \u201cExcuse me, may I have a menu? That\u2019s all, thank you.\u201d She ordered quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, overhearing, immediately leaned over to the waiter. \u201cWhat did she just order? Replace longjing shrimp with spiced peanuts. Swap mu tie for beer.\u201d She gave the waiter a knowing look. \u201cUnderstood?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Anderson is allergic to peanuts,\u201d Sophia whispered, a triumphant smirk on her face. \u201cEmily Carter, let\u2019s see how you handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the food arrived, Mr. Anderson looked at the spiced peanuts with alarm. \u201cWhy did you order beer? I requested bijiu,\u201d he said, looking at Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll fix this immediately,\u201d Sophia stammered, realizing she\u2019d messed up her own plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Anderson turned to Michael, his face tightening. \u201cMr. Thompson, what\u2019s the meaning of this? You knew about my peanut allergy, yet ordered so many peanuts? Emily Carter, explain this menu choice. Aren\u2019t you aware of Mr. Anderson\u2019s allergy? Seems Thompson Enterprises isn\u2019t serious about partnership. We might as well call off the contract.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, his expression unreadable, spoke calmly. \u201cMr. Anderson, she\u2019s an intern. New hire, still learning the ropes. I\u2019ll have these dishes removed at once.\u201d He looked at the waiter. \u201cIs that acceptable? Our apologies. Wrong dishes were served.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d Emily asked, genuinely confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRemove them immediately,\u201d Michael ordered the waiter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The waiter, flustered, brought out new dishes. \u201cAll dishes are served. Please enjoy your meal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Anderson, still looking annoyed, said, \u201cMr. Anderson, let\u2019s conclude for today. We\u2019ll discuss the contract another time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Michael\u2019s phone rang. \u201cHi, honey! About the anniversary gift\u2026 Oh, I\u2019ll come home early.\u201d He smiled into the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Anderson\u2019s face suddenly softened. \u201cMr. Thompson, my wife\u2019s gift? Was that your arrangement? She absolutely adored it! Could I take some extra for her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael smiled. \u201cMr. Anderson, I\u2019m aware of your deep bond with Mrs. Anderson. That\u2019s why I took the liberty to gift her a set.\u201d He gestured to a beautifully wrapped package. \u201cYou\u2019re welcome to take this set home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Anderson beamed. \u201cSince my wife has such faith in your company, I\u2019m willing to collaborate! Glad you approve.\u201d He raised his glass. \u201cMr. Anderson, a toast to you! Here\u2019s to you, Mr. Anderson! To our successful collaboration!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, I\u2019ll head out first,\u201d Emily said, discreetly making her exit. \u201cPleasure working with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPleasure working with you,\u201d Michael replied, shaking Mr. Anderson\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Anderson, drive safely,\u201d Sophia added, trying to regain some favor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael turned to Sophia, his eyes cold. \u201cSophia, what\u2019s wrong with you today? Exposing company flaws in front of clients?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, Mr. Thompson! I was just in a hurry!\u201d Sophia stammered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnough excuses. Get back to work,\u201d Michael commanded. \u201cSubmit a 1,000-word report to Alex Johnson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Sophia mumbled, defeated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael then turned to Emily, a small smile on his face. \u201cHow did you do it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily leaned in conspiratorially. \u201cCome closer and I\u2019ll tell you.\u201d She paused for dramatic effect. \u201cNot telling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael rolled his eyes. \u201cEmily Carter, are you asking for trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou dummy,\u201d Emily teased. \u201cThere\u2019s a courier.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, in Michael\u2019s black Cadillac Escalade, Emily was clearly feeling the effects of the celebratory drinks. \u201cCan\u2019t hold your liquor but drank so much?\u201d Michael muttered, looking at her. \u201cMr. Thompson, returning to the villa?\u201d Alex asked from the driver\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot yet,\u201d Michael replied. \u201cTake her home first. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGot it,\u201d Alex confirmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmily Carter, wake up,\u201d Michael said, trying to rouse her. \u201cWhere do you live? Where do you live?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Alex slammed on the brakes. \u201cSorry, Mr. Thompson, there\u2019s a stray cat!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s phone, which had been buzzing, slipped from her hand. Alex picked it up. \u201cHello? Emmy, why aren\u2019t you back yet?\u201d It was Grandma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma, I\u2019m Emily Carter\u2019s boss. She\u2019s had too much to drink. Could you give me your address? I\u2019ll take her home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with Emmy?!\u201d Grandma\u2019s voice was filled with worry. \u201cGrandma, please show us the way!\u201d Michael urged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGo! Go straight ahead!\u201d Grandma instructed, relieved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As they approached Emily\u2019s brownstone in a quiet part of Queens, Michael noticed a framed picture on the mantle, visible through the window. It was a marriage certificate. Marriage certificate. Emily Carter is married.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma met them at the door. \u201cYoung man, here, wipe your sweat. Thanks for your hard work.\u201d She offered Michael a napkin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma,\u201d Michael said carefully, \u201cEmily Carter got married?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, she said it was a whirlwind marriage,\u201d Grandma replied, a slight frown on her face. \u201cThat husband of hers, after they got married, he hasn\u2019t come back all year. Look at this one.\u201d She pointed to the framed picture. \u201cThis man right here.\u201d She squinted. \u201cWhy can\u2019t I see the face clearly?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s eyes widened. The man in the picture was him. \u201cIt\u2019s me. Used it to prop up the table leg,\u201d he blurted out, a bit flustered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll head back first,\u201d he said quickly, making his escape. You\u2019re married, yet you flirt with me?<\/em> he thought, confusion swirling in his mind. \u201cTake care.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, at Thompson Enterprises, Sophia smirked at Emily. \u201cMorning, Mr. Thompson! Got the cold shoulder, huh? Some think they\u2019re irresistibly charming. Pathetic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another colleague chimed in, \u201cEmily Carter, Mr. Thompson is a married man. Have some self-respect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve all misunderstood,\u201d Emily insisted, her face flushing. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing between us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSeems he treats you specially,\u201d Sophia noted, unconvinced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI swear! Our relationship is purely professional! Nothing could ever happen!\u201d Emily was desperate for them to believe her. \u201cBesides, Mr. Thompson prefers men.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia raised an eyebrow. \u201cAt least you know your place.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, walking past, overheard the tail end of the conversation. He stopped at Emily\u2019s desk. \u201cMr. Thompson. Here\u2019s Director Anderson\u2019s file. You\u2019ll handle the collaboration in three days.\u201d He looked directly at her. \u201cClose this deal and you\u2019ll get a permanent position.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cConsider it done,\u201d Emily replied, a determined smile on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael then caught her eye. \u201cStop laughing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily blinked. \u201cHuh? You\u2019re married already. Why smile at me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre those related?\u201d Michael asked, a hint of a smile on his own face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAbsolutely,\u201d Emily declared. \u201cFine, I\u2019ll stop.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll make you coffee,\u201d she offered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t bother,\u201d Michael said, turning away. \u201cSophia, you\u2019ll handle my coffee from now on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Sophia replied, a triumphant smirk returning to her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Sophia delivered the coffee. \u201cYour coffee\u2019s ready, Mr. Thompson.\u201d She then turned to Alex. \u201cMr. Thompson, I\u2026 I have a document here that needs Mr. Thompson\u2019s signature.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, looking at her oddly, replied, \u201cMr. Thompson is intoxicated, resting at Champs Hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s eyes gleamed. \u201cUnderstood. Emily Carter is already on her way.\u201d She made a quick call. \u201cI\u2019ll take Mr. Thompson\u2019s phone soon to message his wife. When she arrives, lead her to catch them in the act. Remember, you must act before the medication takes effect. Ensure Emily meets the wife face to face. This way, Mr. Thompson\u2019s divorce proceedings will accelerate. Emily will be branded a homewrecker and lose Mr. Thompson\u2019s favor. Emily Carter\u2026 Oh, Emily Carter. You just wait to be caught having an affair by his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily arrived at the luxurious Champs Hotel in Beverly Hills, feeling a strange sense of unease. Why is it so hot? What\u2019s going on?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, waiting in the hallway, said, \u201cAssistant Emily, Mr. Thompson\u2019s inside. Open the door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily pushed open the door to find Michael sprawled on the bed, his face flushed. \u201cMr. Thompson! Emily Carter, what\u2019s wrong?! You\u2019re burning up! Do you have a fever? Let me take you to the hospital!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Sophia was on the phone, her voice filled with anticipation. \u201cWhat? You said Madam Thompson didn\u2019t go? Then Michael Thompson and Emily Carter must have\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, Emily woke up with a gasp. \u201cAh! I actually slept with President Thompson!\u201d She covered her face with her hands. \u201cDoes this count as cheating?\u201d She remembered Michael\u2019s condition. \u201cPresident Thompson\u2019s condition yesterday\u2026 He seemed drugged.\u201d She paused. \u201cWait. A woman texted me last night. But room 506 was President Thompson\u2019s. Is President Thompson my secret husband?\u201d She decided. \u201cA simple phone call will confirm it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She dialed her \u00abhusband\u2019s\u00bb number. A woman\u2019s voice answered. \u201cHello? Hello? This is my husband\u2019s phone. Why do you have it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, shocked, stammered, \u201cBecause your husband\u2019s in my bed!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman on the other end chuckled. \u201cMrs. Thompson won\u2019t tolerate this. She\u2019ll definitely speed up the divorce process with Mr. Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily hung up, a wave of relief washing over her. \u201cThank goodness. It seems Mr. Thompson and my secret husband aren\u2019t the same person.\u201d She sighed. \u201cWhat a relief. I\u2019ve been bad-mouthing Mr. Thompson to my secret husband. If they were the same, I\u2019d rather die than face that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Michael stirred beside her. \u201cSleeping again? That\u2019s all you do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily shrieked, pulling the sheets up to her chin. \u201cExcuse me! Why is my phone here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, where were you yesterday? Your phone was off,\u201d Alex Johnson said, bursting into the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was drugged,\u201d Michael stated, his voice tight. \u201cFind out who did this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn it right away,\u201d Alex replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBy the way, where\u2019s Emily Carter?\u201d Michael asked, looking around the room as if just realizing she was there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe wasn\u2019t at the office today. She claimed to be unwell and took sick leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnwell, you say?\u201d Michael looked at Emily, a knowing glint in his eyes. He started to get out of bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, where are you going?\u201d Alex asked, trying to block him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael ignored him. \u201cI\u2019ve been thinking, you should know something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, trying to process everything, said, \u201cA woman called me yesterday, claiming you\u2019re cheating.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan\u2019t talk now,\u201d Michael said, brushing past her. \u201cSomeone\u2019s at my door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was Grandma. \u201cYou\u2019re the boss who sent Emmy to her home last time, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s me,\u201d Michael replied. \u201cHeard she\u2019s not feeling well. Came to check on her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, surprised, came to the door. \u201cWho is it? What brings the big boss here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis kid,\u201d Grandma said, pulling Michael inside. \u201cPlease come in first. Sure, Grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHere, have some fruits,\u201d Grandma offered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThanks, Grandma,\u201d Michael said, taking a bite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow old are you? Are you married?\u201d Grandma asked, ever the matchmaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m 26 years old. Already married,\u201d Michael replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma looked disappointed. \u201cMarried? But you two look perfect for each other! Too bad you\u2019re married.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma, I was\u2013\u201d Emily started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, seeing his chance, interjected, \u201cTo be honest, I\u2019m getting divorced.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDivorce?!\u201d Grandma\u2019s eyes lit up. \u201cDivorce is good! Emmy\u2019s husband hasn\u2019t come back once in their whole marriage. He\u2019s clearly no good. I\u2019ll make sure Emmy divorces him. You and Emmy would be great together!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So Emily Carter\u2019s husband treats her badly?<\/em> Michael thought, a strange possessiveness stirring within him. Then I should take responsibility.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma?\u201d Emily said, trying to steer the conversation away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnough about that,\u201d Grandma waved her hand. \u201cYou two talk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once Grandma left, Emily turned to Michael. \u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHeard you weren\u2019t feeling well,\u201d Michael said, his gaze intense. \u201cIs this about yesterday?\u201d He reached out to touch her arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop!\u201d Emily recoiled. \u201cWhat happened was just an accident! I know you were drugged. Let\u2019s pretend nothing happened, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take responsibility,\u201d Michael said, stepping closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat can you do to take responsibility for me?\u201d Emily challenged, her voice a mix of anger and hurt. \u201cThrough divorce? I\u2019ll get divorced.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d Emily said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. \u201cI\u2019m fine. Just leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not well,\u201d Michael insisted. \u201cI\u2019ll stay to take care of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily grabbed her phone. \u201cI need to call my husband.\u201d She looked at Michael. \u201cWant to listen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, really? Perfect. I\u2019ve never met him. Go ahead. I\u2019ll stay quiet.\u201d Michael sat down, looking intrigued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you have some kind of fetish?\u201d Emily muttered under her breath. \u201cBesides, it\u2019s not a video call anyway. You can\u2019t even see his face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d Michael replied, a hint of a smile on his face. \u201cJust listening is okay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily sighed. \u201cWe\u2019re about to discuss some\u2026 intimate matters. Still want to listen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael paused. Didn\u2019t her grandmother say that her husband treated her badly? Are they actually loving after all?<\/em> He hesitated, then stood up. \u201cDon\u2019t bother. Get some rest.\u201d He turned to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy so interested in my personal life?\u201d Emily called after him. Could it be\u2026 he liked me?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Michael called Emily\u2019s \u00abhusband.\u00bb \u201cHey. You said someone used my phone to message you about cheating, but there\u2019s no trace on my phone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cProbably deleted it,\u201d her husband replied. \u201cWhen I called back later, a woman answered, said you were in her bed. She acted all smug about it. Then went to claim ownership with my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get it now,<\/em> Michael thought. \u201cBy the way, do you mind if I\u2019m with someone else?\u201d he asked, a strange curiosity in his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course not,\u201d her husband replied. \u201cOur marriage was a big deal. It was just for convenience. Besides, you should have your own life and relationships.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDoes that bother you?\u201d Michael pressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHere\u2019s the thing,\u201d her husband continued. \u201cI slept with someone yesterday too. Like you said, this is a marriage of convenience. I won\u2019t interfere with your life or judge who you\u2019re with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood,\u201d Michael said, a relieved sigh escaping him. \u201cJust being nosy, was that girl someone special?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot sure,\u201d her husband admitted, \u201cbut she\u2019s really into me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo we should finalize the divorce soon,\u201d Michael suggested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine. Pick a date then,\u201d her husband agreed. \u201cSeven days from now, we\u2019ll get divorced after we meet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In seven days, I\u2019ll be single again,<\/em> Michael thought, a strange mix of anticipation and trepidation. So, sure enough, it was his sweetheart who was asserting her sovereignty over me that day.<\/em> He frowned. But she sent the wrong address with the same room number as Mr. Thompson.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, Sophia, still fuming, called Emily. \u201cHello? Emily Carter! Mr. Anderson\u2019s project. When will you follow up? Quit now if you can\u2019t handle it. You\u2019ll handle it first thing tomorrow. Mr. Thompson\u2019s direct order. Understood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Emily\u2019s phone rang. It was the woman from the other day. \u201cYou claim to know who\u2019s having an affair with my husband? I also know they\u2019re meeting tomorrow. I\u2019ll send you their meetup location. Go see for yourself. See it with your own eyes. How dare her seduce my husband?! I\u2019ll tear her apart! Rip that hussy\u2019s mouth off!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, still in the office, saw the message with the location. She quickly approached Sophia. \u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia looked surprised. \u201cDidn\u2019t you assign her to Mr. Anderson? I never said to go today. Is she avoiding me?\u201d Emily handed her the phone. \u201cGive me the address. I\u2019m confronting her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily arrived at a bustling cafe in downtown Seattle, where Mr. Anderson was patiently waiting. \u201cMr. Anderson, I heard you\u2019re a coffee connoisseur. What do you think of this blend?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot bad,\u201d Mr. Anderson replied, taking a sip. \u201cAbout the project details, I\u2019ve reviewed everything. Let\u2019s sign the contract.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Emily said, pushing the contract across the table. \u201cMr. Anderson, please review the contract. Any issues with the terms?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, the cafe door burst open and a furious woman stormed in \u2013 Mrs. Anderson. \u201cHow dare you seduce my man?!\u201d she shrieked, pointing at Emily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t what it looks like!\u201d Emily protested. \u201cWe were discussing business!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShut your trap!\u201d Mrs. Anderson screamed. \u201cDon\u2019t think I don\u2019t know your dirty little secret! I saw everything between you two!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMrs. Anderson, this is a misunderstanding!\u201d Emily tried to explain. \u201cI work for Thompson Enterprises!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStill lying through your teeth?! I\u2019ll teach you a lesson today!\u201d Mrs. Anderson lunged at Emily. \u201cEveryone, come see this homewrecker! This sly fox seduced my husband! Homewrecker, you love being the other woman! Put on a show for everyone!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t! Let go of me!\u201d Emily struggled as Mrs. Anderson grabbed her arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael Thompson, who had been following Emily, suddenly appeared. \u201cEnough! Who do you think you are? Mind your own business?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A bystander tried to intervene. \u201cTrying to play the hero? Shut your mouth!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, his face a mask of controlled fury, looked at Mrs. Anderson. \u201cMr. Thompson, what brings you here? This minor project doesn\u2019t require your personal attention.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat Mr. Thompson? I\u2019m warning you! Don\u2019t stop me from beating this homewrecker!\u201d Mrs. Anderson screeched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust shut up,\u201d Michael said, his voice dangerously low. He turned to Mr. Anderson. \u201cAre you trying to get me killed? Mr. Thompson, let\u2019s sign the contract now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Anderson, looking terrified, quickly agreed. \u201cWe can sign immediately! There\u2019s no problem, really!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at Mrs. Anderson, his eyes blazing. \u201cYou let this harpy bully my Thompson Enterprises employee? Our collaboration ends here. Starting today, Thompson Enterprises will impose a business blockade on the Anderson family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, over this nobody employee, surely you\u2019re overreacting!\u201d Mrs. Anderson pleaded, realizing the gravity of the situation. \u201cWe\u2019ll compensate her if needed! Let\u2019s not ruin our partnership!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnjoy your bankruptcy,\u201d Michael said, his voice devoid of emotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Anderson scoffed. \u201cRidiculous! The Anderson family empire won\u2019t collapse at your whim!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWishful thinking?\u201d Michael said, a chilling smile on his face. He turned to Emily, his voice softening. \u201cI\u2019m fine. Focus on the deal. You matter more than any deal. Emily Carter, your Thompson Enterprises\u2019s employee. Never compromise your dignity. I\u2019ve got your back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Mr. Anderson\u2019s phone rang. \u201cHello? What?! Our funding chain is broken? Impossible!\u201d He looked at Michael, his face pale. \u201cMr. Thompson, so you\u2019re Mr. Thompson? Mr. Thompson, I was blind earlier. Please forgive me!\u201d He then turned to his wife, furious. \u201cMr. Thompson! Why did you have to provoke them? This is your fault! You cheated!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Anderson, completely distraught, tried to apologize, but Michael simply waved her off. He then turned to Emily, who was still recovering from the shock. \u201cDon\u2019t move. Sorry, I messed up. Does this mean I won\u2019t get full-time status?\u201d Emily asked, her voice small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho said that?\u201d Michael asked, a slight smile on his face. \u201cYou passed the trial. You\u2019re keeping me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs it because you want to take responsibility?\u201d Emily teased, feeling a bit bolder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMoron. You\u2019re overthinking it,\u201d Michael replied, playfully nudging her. \u201cYou passed my test. But that doesn\u2019t mean you\u2019ll join the design department yet. To transfer there, you must pass their challenge.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s face fell. \u201cSophia already dislikes me. Will she let me pass?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLike this,\u201d Michael said, a plan forming in his mind. \u201cI\u2019ll arrange a test tomorrow. Pass it, and I\u2019ll approve your transfer. Dare to accept? Well?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, an all-company email went out. \u201cAttention, everyone! Our R&D team has upgraded our flagship product, Kafuse Serum. It has been optimized and upgraded. We need new packaging designs. The company hereby announces an internal design competition open to all departments.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs this limited to the design department?\u201d a voice asked during the company-wide announcement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis packaging design contest is open company-wide,\u201d Alex Johnson announced. \u201cThree-day deadline. The winner may make one request.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWow, that\u2019s generous!\u201d a colleague exclaimed. \u201cCan winners join the design department?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you can win, certainly,\u201d Michael\u2019s voice boomed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, seeing Emily\u2019s determined expression, scoffed. \u201cEmily Carter, do you even understand design? How dare you boast here? Shameless. Know your place.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily met her gaze. \u201cSave your concerns. Results will speak in three days.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Alex approached Sophia. \u201cSophia, I\u2019ve checked. When Emily Carter was at school, she won numerous awards in design competitions. If she wins, our department loses face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smiled slyly. \u201cI have a plan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, Emily was hunched over her desk, sketching furiously. \u201cDone at last!\u201d she exclaimed, stretching her tired muscles. \u201cJust final tweaks tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, who had been lingering in the office, watched her. \u201cPack up. Emily Carter, after I win this contest, I\u2019ll have you expelled from Thompson Enterprises.\u201d He was playfully mimicking Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily giggled. \u201cLet\u2019s go. I\u2019ll take you home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you, Mr. Thompson.\u201d As they walked past a fountain, Emily looked at the water. Water. Ripples. I\u2019ve got an idea.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, you go ahead first,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019ll revise the draft.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome back! It\u2019s late! Go home!\u201d Michael insisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, in the packed conference room, Sophia presented her design. \u201cThis is the design for our second-gen product, with an overall white theme, pure and minimalist, emphasizing formula purity and product integrity and the product itself. This is my original design.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWow! This competition is pointless!\u201d a colleague whispered. \u201cLet\u2019s declare Sister Sophia the winner!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cExactly!\u201d another agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is my design!\u201d Sophia declared, looking triumphant. \u201cEmily Carter, have some shame! I worked three days and nights on this masterpiece! Don\u2019t think your secretary position lets you steal my work! Emily Carter, a design thief like you, is a cancer in this industry! Get out of Thompson Enterprises!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI agree! Expel Emily Carter immediately!\u201d the room buzzed with agreement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnough!\u201d Michael commanded. \u201cEmily Carter, you claim this is your design? Where\u2019s your proof?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy initial design used white for purity and simplicity, pure and minimalist,\u201d Emily began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop parroting my words!\u201d Sophia snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLike our products eliminating toxins, we use natural ingredients,\u201d Emily continued, ignoring Sophia. \u201cChoose natural ingredients. Sweet Talk won\u2019t make this your design. Since women are made of water, hydration comes first in skincare. Our second-gen product has better moisturization with lightweight texture. Therefore, I made it transparent with water ripple patterns.\u201d She revealed her design, a stunning, fluid bottle that truly evoked the essence of water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room fell silent, then a murmur of appreciation spread. \u201cThis does seem like Emily Carter has a better design!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBullshit! Sophia\u2019s design is clearly superior!\u201d Sophia yelled, her face red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis woman! How dare you go behind my back and secretly make a second version?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho\u2019s better?\u201d Emily asked, looking around the room. \u201cI trust everyone can judge for themselves.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, a pleased smile on his face, announced, \u201cEmily Carter, you\u2019re now full-time. Starting tomorrow, you\u2019ll be the new designer in our department.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you, Mr. Thompson!\u201d Emily beamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMeeting adjourned,\u201d Michael said, then added, \u201cEveryone, I have an announcement to make. Based on Sophia and Emily Carter\u2019s performances, the company has decided Emily Carter will serve as leader of design team two, overseeing new product development. Former design director Sophia is demoted to team three leader. Let\u2019s give them a round of applause!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia stood, stunned. \u201cShe actually won!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s there to be proud of?\u201d Sophia scoffed, regaining her composure. \u201cShe just slept her way up! First with manager Anderson, got beaten by his wife when caught! Emily Carter, you used your body to reach my level! How dare you act superior? You\u2019re nothing special!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, calmly, pulled out her phone. \u201cI recorded everything you said. Mr. Thompson hates gossipers. If he sees this, you\u2019ll all be fired.\u201d She looked at Sophia. \u201cSophia, look at her. Apologize now and I\u2019ll let this slide.\u201d She started a countdown. \u201cThree, two\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, seeing the panic in the faces of her gossiping colleagues, swallowed hard. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she mumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou too,\u201d Emily said, looking at the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d they muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? Speak louder!\u201d Emily demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry!\u201d they all chorused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s better,\u201d Emily said, putting her phone away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, observing the scene, then announced, \u201cI\u2019m going to Seattle on business tomorrow. Emily Carter, prepare to accompany me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cMr. Thompson always took Sophia on business trips before! Why take Emily Carter now?!\u201d She stopped Emily in the hallway. \u201cWhat did you do to make him choose you? Why you instead of me?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecause I\u2019m better than you,\u201d Emily replied, a confident smirk on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLies! You slept with Mr. Thompson!\u201d Sophia accused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow did you know?\u201d Emily shot back, a dangerous glint in her eyes. \u201cYou gave me Mr. Thompson\u2019s location that day! You spiked Mr. Thompson\u2019s drink!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s face went pale. \u201cWhat nonsense are you talking?! I have acquaintance there! She witnessed it firsthand!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat acquaintance?\u201d Emily pressed. \u201cThe waiter who locked me in the room?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat waiter?!\u201d Sophia stammered, clearly flustered. \u201cI have no idea what you\u2019re saying! Stop framing me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, walking by, overheard the commotion. Emily quickly changed the subject. \u201cMr. Thompson, the documents for going to Seattle are all prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHmm,\u201d Michael replied, then turned to Alex. \u201cDid you find who drugged you last time?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe identified one suspect, but there\u2019s likely\u2026 someone behind him,\u201d Alex reported.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Could it be Sophia?<\/em> Emily thought. She sent me the hotel location. Moreover, she seems aware of what happened.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, your coffee is ready,\u201d Sophia said, appearing with a cup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael took the coffee. \u201cI\u2019ll investigate this matter. Go pack your things first, Emily Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Emily replied, walking away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, as Emily was leaving the office, a man leered at her. \u201cHey, gorgeous. Let me show you something special.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPervert!\u201d Emily exclaimed, pushing him away. She quickly called Michael. \u201cThere\u2019s a pervert near you! Be careful!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m coming now!\u201d Michael said, his voice urgent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man grabbed Emily. \u201cSweetheart! Stop her! Don\u2019t let her escape!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael arrived, furious. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pervert, seeing Michael\u2019s intimidating presence, immediately backed down. \u201cDo you like her? If you like her, she\u2019s yours to keep. Do whatever you want with her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop! Don\u2019t hurt him!\u201d Emily cried, seeing Michael about to lash out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWatch out!\u201d Michael pushed her out of the way as the pervert\u2019s accomplice tried to attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go!\u201d Michael said, grabbing Emily and pulling her away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pervert and his accomplice looked at each other. \u201cYou just let them escape? We agreed to make money together!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A new voice, cold and menacing, cut through the air. \u201cI warned you not to touch Michael Thompson. Next time, I\u2019ll end you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Back in Michael\u2019s car, he was tending to Emily\u2019s scraped arm. \u201cDoes it hurt? Let me blow on it for you.\u201d He gently blew on her arm. \u201cOne last time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily felt a strange flutter in her chest. \u201cI feel much better now. Okay, that\u2019s enough. Uh, thanks for yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re my employee,\u201d Michael said, avoiding her gaze. \u201cIt\u2019s my duty to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust an employee?\u201d Emily mumbled, a hint of disappointment in her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Sophia burst into the car. \u201cMr. Thompson! Emily Carter told me you were attacked! Are you okay?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael sighed. \u201cIf something had happened to me, could I still be standing in front of you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI said you needed bodyguards! You refused!\u201d Sophia huffed. \u201cSo eager for alone time with Emily Carter? Having your private moment?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlone time? What nonsense!\u201d Michael snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you have feelings for Emily Carter?\u201d Sophia pressed. \u201cYou like me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, exasperated, interjected, \u201cWhat do you mean I<\/em> like you? You were the one who liked me<\/em> first!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen did I ever like you?!\u201d Michael retorted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen why did you tell your grandma that I\u2019m your husband? You even wrote down all my preferences in your little notebook!\u201d Emily countered, pulling out her small notebook. \u201cIf this isn\u2019t love, what is?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy grandma misunderstood!\u201d Michael insisted, his face reddening. \u201cBesides, that notebook contains work-related notes only! I note down details for you, Director Anderson, Taylor, and Lee too!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMoreover, aren\u2019t you into men?\u201d Emily teased, remembering his earlier declaration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat was just an excuse to reject you!\u201d Michael exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho needs your rejection? Narcissist!\u201d Emily scoffed. \u201cDare to say you don\u2019t like me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThink whatever you want,\u201d Michael grumbled. \u201cYou clearly like me but won\u2019t admit it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex Johnson, arriving on the scene, shook his head. \u201cDirector Thompson, do you like her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, caught off guard, stammered, \u201cI\u2026 Of course not! I prefer gentle and caring types, not someone who\u2019s loud and chatty all day!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex smirked. \u201cDirector Thompson, the reason she likes you is you fell for her first. Therefore, you\u2019re obviously the one crushing on Emily Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cAre you saying\u2026 I\u2019m\u2026 secretly pining for Emily Carter?! If you dare spill this, you\u2019re dead!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Grandma arrived, carrying a basket. \u201cI brought food for both of you! Have some first.\u201d She looked at Emily\u2019s wrist. \u201cIsn\u2019t this the gift Director Thompson asked me to prepare for his wife that day?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, seeing the bracelet, snickered. \u201cIs there a problem? My husband gave me this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma looked at Sophia\u2019s bracelet with disdain. \u201cSeems your husband isn\u2019t that great. This bracelet looks cheap.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, seeing Michael\u2019s uncomfortable expression, quickly interjected, \u201cMr. Thompson, this bracelet is expensive! When you asked me to choose a gift from Adam, this bracelet was an option. Mr. Thompson, you don\u2019t even remember what you gave your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael groaned. \u201cMm-mm. All men are the same.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, ever the loyal assistant, tried to steer the conversation. \u201cHey, what\u2019s wrong with Mr. Thompson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know exactly why!\u201d Sophia hissed at him. \u201cYou know I like Emily Carter, yet you mention gifts from Adam! You\u2019re more trouble than help!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut your marriage is a sham, and you\u2019re divorcing soon,\u201d Alex whispered to Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut she doesn\u2019t know that!\u201d Sophia retorted. \u201cShould I explain it to her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStay out of it,\u201d Michael commanded. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to her myself. By the way, her birthday is in two days. Prepare a decent birthday gift. Something better than that trashy bracelet her ex gave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Alex replied, then paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWait,\u201d Michael said, looking at Alex\u2019s choice of glasses. \u201cNever mind. With those ugly glasses, your taste is clearly terrible. I\u2019ll choose it myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day at the office, Emily found a beautifully wrapped gift on her desk. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d she wondered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, seeing the gift, approached. \u201cCut the act! Don\u2019t play dumb! This birthday gift is from Mr. Thompson! She\u2019s just showing off! Some people stole Sophia\u2019s position through shady means, even schemed, to get such expensive gifts from Mr. Thompson! Mr. Thompson\u2019s divorcing his wife must be her doing too!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, exasperated, grabbed the gift. \u201cMichael Thompson, you\u2019re setting me up! You\u2019re so good at gossip, why not spread it to Mr. Thompson? Let me state again, these are Mr. Thompson\u2019s gifts for his wife, nothing to do with me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A colleague scoffed. \u201cMr. Thompson\u2019s divorcing his wife! Why would he buy her all these gifts?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cExactly!\u201d another agreed. \u201cShe\u2019s making excuses out of guilt! Mr. Thompson\u2019s divorcing his wife for her! Soon she\u2019ll be the future Mrs. Thompson of Thompson Enterprises!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another colleague, looking at the gift, had a sudden realization. \u201cI have a wild theory! Could it be that Emily Carter is Mr. Thompson\u2019s secret wife?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cImpossible! Are you serious? Emily Carter? She\u2019s unworthy!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s mind raced. She remembered Emily\u2019s phone call. This is my husband\u2019s phone. Why do you have it? Because your husband\u2019s in my bed.<\/em> The voice on the phone sounds just like Emily Carter\u2019s.<\/em> I sent Mrs. Thompson to catch Emily Carter, but she never showed. If Emily Carter is Mrs. Thompson, everything makes sense. Fine. I\u2019ll test this again. Let me see if you\u2019re really Mrs. Thompson.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael approached Emily\u2019s desk. \u201cMr. Thompson, was the gift on my desk from you?\u201d Emily asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, isn\u2019t it better than that tacky bracelet your husband gave you?\u201d Michael teased. \u201cListen, these gifts were carefully chosen just for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want them,\u201d Emily said, pushing them back towards him. \u201cTake them back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy not? Don\u2019t you like them?\u201d Michael pressed. \u201cIf you don\u2019t, I\u2019ll get you new ones.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you trying to do?\u201d Emily asked, a blush creeping up her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael leaned in close. \u201cI said I like you. Don\u2019t you feel anything for me? You smell amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop it!\u201d Emily pulled away. Do I like him? Maybe. But I won\u2019t be the other woman breaking up a family.<\/em>\u201cYou\u2019re married, Mr. Thompson. And I have a husband. We\u2019re not single and available. Let\u2019s keep our distance. As for the gifts\u2026 Give them to your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Michael called his \u00abwife.\u00bb \u201cShe rejected your gifts? Yeah. Told me to pass them to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His wife, a cold voice on the other end, said, \u201cShe\u2019s obviously jealous. Did you tell her we\u2019re fake married?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know how,\u201d Michael admitted. \u201cBy the way, if you want those gifts, come to Thompson Enterprises.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d his wife replied. \u201cYou\u2019ve given me enough already. I can\u2019t accept more. Besides, these are for her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wait. Thompson Enterprises?<\/em> Emily, who was actually his \u00abwife,\u00bb thought, a strange suspicion forming in her mind. What a coincidence.<\/em> She then received a call from Michael. \u201cWhat are you sneaking around here for?\u201d he asked, seeing her through his office window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing much,\u201d Emily replied, playing it cool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you up to?\u201d Michael pressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHi! Just doing what you wanted. Chatting warmly with my wife.\u201d He winked at her through the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat broken door? Cheapskate!\u201d Emily muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, her phone went dead. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? What happened? Why did you hang up suddenly?\u201d Michael asked from his office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nothing,\u201d Emily replied, retrieving her broken phone. \u201cGot scolded by my stingy boss.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSeems like every time we talk, you end up mentioning him,\u201d Michael said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. \u201cIf you really hate him that much, come work at my company.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily chuckled. \u201cActually, I don\u2019t hate him that much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo you like him?\u201d Michael asked, a hopeful note in his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, maybe a little.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael sighed. \u201cLooks like we\u2019ve both fallen for someone we shouldn\u2019t.\u201d He then turned to Alex. \u201cPresident Thompson, the money tree. I\u2019ve got something to handle. Gotta go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, looking at the money tree, muttered, \u201cPresident Thompson, the leaves on that expensive money tree you bought\u2026 Emily Carter is almost plucking all the leaves off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, still at her desk, heard this. She smiled. Emily Carter. Looking forward to meeting you, Madam Thompson. I\u2019ll find out soon. The mysterious wife of Mr. Thompson. Is it really you? Emily Carter.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three days later, Michael called Emily. \u201cEmily Carter! Didn\u2019t we agree to divorce in seven days? There\u2019s still three days left. Why the rush? You invited me to the cafe. Let\u2019s just meet and talk face to face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello? Hello,\u201d Emily said, picking up the phone. She heard a knock at the door. \u201cWas someone at the door earlier? There\u2019s a lady on the phone outside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWasn\u2019t it you who arranged this?\u201d Michael asked, confused. \u201cThen who\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily looked out the door. It was the woman from the hotel. Oh. That mistress from last time.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s voice came back. \u201cIn three days, we\u2019ll meet at number six Xingyang Road. First accompany me to see Grandpa. After explaining the situation to him, we\u2019ll go to the County Clerk\u2019s Office to divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine. See you in three days,\u201d Emily replied, hanging up. I\u2019m still curious about what his mistress looks like. Should we go take a look?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shuddered. \u201cNo way. Last time I was mistaken for a homewrecker. They beat me up pretty bad. Maybe next time.\u201d She still managed to get away.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In three days, I\u2019ll be single again,<\/em> Emily thought, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later that day, Grandma called. \u201cEmmy! What is it, Grandma?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat boss who brought you home last time,\u201d Grandma said excitedly. \u201cHe seems to be downstairs now. Maybe he needs something from you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson is downstairs?!\u201d Emily exclaimed, rushing to the window. \u201cGrandma, please go back inside! I\u2019ll go check on him.\u201d She hurried downstairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d Emily asked Michael. \u201cHow did you know I was here? Obviously, my grandma saw you from upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you really want from me, Emily Carter?\u201d Michael asked, his voice soft but intense. \u201cI love you. I know you feel the same. Why can\u2019t we be together?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re both married already!\u201d Emily protested, her heart pounding. \u201cI won\u2019t become a homewrecker who destroys families.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not breaking up my family,\u201d Michael said, stepping closer. \u201cMy marriage is fake. I only did it to appease my grandfather and secure the family inheritance. Found a contractual spouse. We only met on our wedding registration day. I don\u2019t even remember her face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA sham marriage?!\u201d Emily gasped. \u201cThat\u2019s exactly my situation! Give me three days, okay? I\u2019ll finalize the divorce with her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWait, hold on!\u201d Emily said, her head spinning. \u201cThis is too much to process. My husband and I are in a sham marriage, too.\u201d She looked at him, a sudden thought striking her. \u201cDid you used to be called Olivia Bennett? Did you change your name before?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI never changed my name. I\u2019ve always been Emily Carter,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael smiled. \u201cAt least now I know. We\u2019re both in fake marriages. After we both get divorced, let\u2019s be together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Alex Johnson ran up to them, looking frantic. \u201cHell must be freezing over! What is it?\u201d Michael demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, you asked me to investigate the drugging incident. It was indeed Sophia\u2019s doing!\u201d Alex blurted out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBring her to my office! Understood?\u201d Michael commanded, his face hardening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou wanted to see me, Mr. Thompson?\u201d Sophia asked, feigning innocence, when she arrived in Michael\u2019s office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the one who drugged me, aren\u2019t you?\u201d Michael\u2019s voice was cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t me! I didn\u2019t do it!\u201d Sophia insisted. \u201cDid that Emily Carter poison your mind against me?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI called you here not to listen to your excuses,\u201d Michael said, his voice cutting her off. \u201cI overheard everything. You\u2019re fired. Pack your things and leave immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s eyes widened in disbelief. \u201cMr. Thompson, I\u2019ve served you for so many years! Don\u2019t I deserve some credit?! Now you want to drive me away because of Emily Carter?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot pressing charges is me being generous,\u201d Michael replied, his voice chillingly calm. \u201cOr would you prefer legal consequences? Oh, and find me a lawyer tomorrow. Have them draft divorce papers. I\u2019ll be officially divorced in two days.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, defeated, left the office. Alex, who had been listening, asked, \u201cMr. Thompson, are you planning to be with Emily Carter after divorcing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael smiled. \u201cWe both entered sham marriages. We agreed that after ending these marriages, we\u2019d officially be together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, still reeling from the revelation, thought, Mr. Thompson and his wife have a fake marriage. No wonder she\u2019s so indifferent toward him. This won\u2019t do. I must stop Mr. Thompson from being with Emily Carter.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, packing her things, saw Alex. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlex Johnson, please beg Mr. Thompson for me!\u201d she pleaded. \u201cI was just confused for a moment!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI can\u2019t help you with this,\u201d Alex said, his voice firm. \u201cYou should pack your things quickly and leave the company.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia scoffed. \u201cWhat\u2019s there to be proud of? Once I\u2019m with Mr. Thompson, you\u2019ll be the first to go.\u201d She then saw something on Alex\u2019s desk. \u201cWhat are you looking for? Can\u2019t I just pick up a pen?\u201d She picked up a document. \u201cMarriage certificate? It can\u2019t be. No. It\u2019s Mr. Thompson\u2019s marriage certificate!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is my personal item,\u201d Alex said, trying to snatch it back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t believe you! Show me!\u201d Sophia demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy should I show you? This is my private property!\u201d Alex retorted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, now with the certificate, thought, Seems Mr. Thompson and Emily Carter don\u2019t know who their sham marriage partner really is. If Mr. Thompson finds out Emily Carter is actually his wife, we must keep them from finding out.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Emily walked in. Something\u2019s fishy. She claimed to look for a pen but found a marriage certificate instead.<\/em> \u201cYou won\u2019t show me? I\u2019ll see it anyway!\u201d she declared, grabbing the certificate from Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?!\u201d Sophia shrieked. \u201cYou scared me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily looked at the certificate. \u201cThis is the certificate Sophia just found. She says it\u2019s hers. But I suspect it might actually be yours. Let\u2019s check and find out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, panicked, snatched it back. \u201cMakes sense! Emily Carter, what are you doing?! Why is this empty?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmily Carter, how dare you go through my stuff?!\u201d Sophia exclaimed, trying to feign outrage. \u201cThis is utterly disrespectful!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI thought this was Mr. Thompson\u2019s marriage certificate,\u201d Emily said, genuinely confused. \u201cWhy is it blank?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is my friend\u2019s discarded marriage certificate!\u201d Sophia lied. \u201cOf course it\u2019s blank! I\u2019m apologies. I misunderstood you.\u201d She looked at Emily, a smug look returning to her face. \u201cYou\u2019re no match for me, Emily Carter. Michael Thompson belongs to me alone. I\u2019ll never let you be together.\u201d When they finalize their divorce, they\u2019ll have to meet in person. The truth will come out then.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, a private investigator, Miss Rodriguez, was reporting to Sophia\u2019s co-conspirator, Nicole. \u201cMiss Rodriguez, I discovered Mr. Thompson arranged a sham marriage with someone named Olivia Bennett. But somehow they never officially registered it. Here\u2019s Olivia Bennett\u2019s photo.\u201d She handed Nicole a picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMiss Rodriguez, is this information satisfactory?\u201d Nicole asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVery satisfactory. Thank you, Miss Rodriguez.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCall me again for future jobs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nicole looked at the photo of Olivia Bennett. \u201cOlivia Bennett. So you\u2019re the one looking for me? Let me make this clear up front. I don\u2019t take jobs under $100K.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia handed her a black card. \u201cThis card has a million in it. Do me a favor. Emmy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, Grandma looked at Emily. \u201cEmmy, you dressed up so fancy! Got a hot date?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot a date, Grandma. It\u2019s a divorce,\u201d Emily said, trying to sound brave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine, Grandma. Divorce is good! After you split up, snatch that boss of yours back! Grandma\u2019s quite fond of him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily smiled weakly. \u201cI\u2019ll do my best. Don\u2019t wait dinner for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBe safe out there,\u201d Grandma called after her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the County Clerk\u2019s Office, Emily was waiting when a woman approached Michael. \u201cEmily Carter! Emily Carter! Husband!\u201d she exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, confused, looked at her. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m Olivia Bennett, your wife!\u201d she declared. \u201cWeren\u2019t we supposed to meet here today?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s eyes widened. She\u2019s Mrs. Thompson? The CEO\u2019s wife?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at Olivia, then at the photo Alex had given him. \u201cYou\u2019re nothing like I imagined.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, undeterred, said, \u201cMaybe I had some minor cosmetic work.\u201d She then turned to Emily, a sneer on her face. \u201cSo you\u2019re the mistress! Waiting to steal my husband once we divorce? Shameless homewrecker!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOlivia Bennett!\u201d Michael said, his voice sharp. \u201cWatch your language! Our marriage is a sham! This is only our second meeting! I have no feelings for you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, still stunned, stammered, \u201cYou\u2019re mistaken. Mr. Thompson and I are merely superior and subordinate. I just happened to pass by today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen get the hell away from here!\u201d Olivia shrieked. \u201cYou\u2019re an eyesore! I have things to do. You two talk!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, utterly fed up, turned to leave. \u201cEmily Carter! Don\u2019t you dare!\u201d Michael grabbed her arm. \u201cHer behavior and the person in the phone don\u2019t match at all. The person in our chats is nothing like you. Are you even Olivia Bennett?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia pulled out her ID. \u201cThis is my ID. People change. Women especially.\u201d She snatched the divorce papers from Michael. \u201cLet\u2019s get this over with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s phone rang. It was her \u00abhusband.\u00bb \u201cWhy did you hang up? We agreed on 10 o\u2019clock, right? Did something happen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, seeing Emily\u2019s phone, lunged at her, knocking it to the ground and breaking it. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?! You broke my phone!\u201d Emily cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf the phone wasn\u2019t broken, how\u2019d you mistake my identity? It\u2019s just a phone! You can afford a new one!\u201d Olivia scoffed. \u201cLet\u2019s go. Eat first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, furious, said, \u201cI need to fix my phone first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow long will repairs take?\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAbout an hour,\u201d the clerk replied. \u201cI\u2019ll bring it over once fixed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay. I\u2019ll be in the private room,\u201d Michael said to Olivia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Olivia replied, giving Emily a menacing look. You don\u2019t want this phone repaired. You get what I mean?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily watched her go. Are you crazy?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, waiting in the private room, grew impatient. Forget it. I\u2019m done waiting.<\/em> He pulled out the divorce papers. \u201cHere\u2019s the divorce papers I drafted. As of today, our one-year sham marriage is terminated.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, who had just entered, snatched the papers. \u201cI won\u2019t leave!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOlivia Bennett, what exactly do you want?\u201d Michael asked, exasperated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want a divorce!\u201d Olivia declared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t we already agree on this? How can you go back on your word? Didn\u2019t you say you had someone else too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI lied to you!\u201d Olivia retorted. \u201cI only care about money. Aren\u2019t you divorcing me just to be with Emily Carter? I refuse! If I divorce you, I\u2019ll get nothing at all!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll add 10 million in compensation,\u201d Michael offered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot enough! I want 100 million!\u201d Olivia demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s impossible!\u201d Michael exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the prestigious Thompson Enterprises! Can\u2019t afford 100 million? Yuko, before meeting you, I thought you were an intelligent woman. Never expected this greedy side of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia\u2019s face fell. Yuko?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s voice hardened. \u201cLet me make this clear. This divorce will happen whether you agree or not. If you keep causing trouble, you\u2019ll get nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, the door burst open. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on here? Grandpa!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandpa, seeing Olivia, beamed. \u201cArguing? Not at all! You\u2019re here, Grandpa! I\u2019m Olivia Bennett, your grandson\u2019s wife. Good, pretty, and graceful! That brat kept hiding you from me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, playing along, smiled sweetly. \u201cMeeting you for the first time. You\u2019re so distinguished. Now I know where Michael gets his looks. He takes after you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandpa chuckled. \u201cOf course! I raised this boy since he was a child! Olivia, come here.\u201d He pulled out a wad of cash. \u201cThis 3 million is my welcome gift for you! Take it!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you, Grandpa!\u201d Olivia beamed, taking the money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing, brat?!\u201d Grandpa snapped at Michael. \u201cThis is for your wife!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandpa, she\u2019s not your granddaughter-in-law!\u201d Michael protested. \u201cI\u2019m divorcing her!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?! You want a divorce?! No way! I disagree!\u201d Grandpa exclaimed. \u201cWhy divorce when things are fine? She\u2019s such a good granddaughter-in-law!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandpa, we never really had any real connection!\u201d Michael insisted. \u201cWe only got married to appease you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI won\u2019t allow this divorce!\u201d Grandpa declared. \u201cFeelings can grow with time! Trust me! I won\u2019t let you divorce!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandpa, she\u2019s just a gold digger!\u201d Michael tried to explain. \u201cYou don\u2019t know what she demanded for the divorce. 100 million!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?!\u201d Grandpa looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, panicked, said, \u201cNo, Grandpa, that\u2019s not true! I just don\u2019t want a divorce!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLiar!\u201d Michael spat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnough arguing!\u201d Grandpa commanded. \u201cI\u2019ll settle this. No divorce between you two!\u201d He then turned to Olivia, a twinkle in his eye. \u201cGrandpa, I just brewed this tea. Smells wonderful! Try some.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, seeing her opportunity, said, \u201cGrandpa, I want to work at Thompson Enterprises! First, to bond with Michael. Second, I can learn the company operation. I could support Michael too!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s perfect!\u201d Grandpa declared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI object!\u201d Michael said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your problem, punk?!\u201d Grandpa retorted. \u201cI\u2019m the one who decides! Start at Thompson Enterprises tomorrow! Thank you, Grandpa!\u201d Olivia beamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, a waiter approached Michael. \u201cYour phone\u2019s fixed.\u201d Michael took his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia\u2019s face fell as she remembered. What\u2019s wrong with it? I dropped it earlier.<\/em> Oh no, how could I forget? Wasn\u2019t she here? Is she an imposter?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at Olivia, a thoughtful expression on his face. He remembered the phone call from yesterday, and how his \u00abwife\u00bb had insisted her phone was stolen. He also remembered Olivia\u2019s reaction to the name \u00abYuko.\u00bb Take care, Grandpa.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned to Olivia. \u201cYou\u2019re not the person I should marry. Who are you, really?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, regaining her composure, said, \u201cI\u2019m your wife! You saw my ID, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re my spouse, who sent me this message?\u201d Michael asked, showing her the text from Emily about the divorce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy phone was stolen on the way here!\u201d Olivia insisted. \u201cThis is clearly a scam!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReally?\u201d Michael challenged. \u201cIf you don\u2019t believe me, call them yourself! You\u2019re rich anyway! Scams won\u2019t hurt you! Save my new number.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d Michael said, his voice flat. \u201cOther than divorce, I want no connection with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, seeing Michael walk away, quickly called Sophia. \u201cHey, it\u2019s done! Come over! He completely believes now that I\u2019m his wife! I deleted Emily Carter\u2019s number from his phone, but Emily Carter still has his contact info. That\u2019s still a risk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll handle it,\u201d Sophia said, a sinister smile on her face. \u201cHer phone will disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood,\u201d Olivia replied. \u201cYou want him, I want money. Pleasure doing business.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLikewise,\u201d Sophia said, hanging up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day at Thompson Enterprises, the office was once again buzzing. \u201cI heard Mrs. Thompson is joining the company!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSeriously?! Aren\u2019t they getting divorced? Our intel was wrong! The Thompsons\u2019 marriage is rock solid!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSome scheming women spread rumors,\u201d another colleague commented. \u201cThe wife and the mistress under one roof? How dramatic! Some people will get schooled by the real wife!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe promised to divorce her. Was that all lies?\u201d Emily muttered, confused and hurt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Olivia Bennett, looking elegant and poised, walked into the office. \u201cMrs. Thompson\u2019s here! True CEO\u2019s wife! Elegance, flawless beauty, and glowing skin! Right? Such regal presence! Miles above us commoners!\u201d the sycophants gushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia smiled, basking in the attention. \u201cEnough with the flattery. You\u2019re making me blush. Emily Carter.\u201d She looked directly at Emily, her eyes cold. \u201cThanks for keeping my husband company. Now that I\u2019m back, your services won\u2019t be needed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell said!\u201d Sophia exclaimed, stepping forward. \u201cSome people. Dressing fancy doesn\u2019t make you human. Playing homewrecker. Shame on our gender. With such a stunning wife, why would Mr. Thompson settle for trash? Just his plaything. Summoned and dismissed at will.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The office erupted in laughter. \u201cHa ha ha! Finished? Touched a nerve?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another colleague added, \u201cIf by some miracle, you become Mrs. Thompson, we\u2019re all doomed!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHer? If that gold digger wins, I\u2019ll kneel and call her grandpa!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, enjoying the spectacle, smiled. \u201cNot very popular, are we? Perfect timing. I don\u2019t tolerate snakes in my garden. Starting today, you\u2019re demoted to market team support. No slacking. I said let go of me!\u201d She grabbed Emily\u2019s arm, pulling her towards the marketing department. \u201cWork hard. No leaving until it\u2019s done.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Michael Thompson burst into the office. \u201cEmily Carter! Get the car ready!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRight away, Mr. Thompson!\u201d Alex replied, confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael picked Emily up in his arms. \u201cPut me down!\u201d Emily protested, surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Michael said firmly. \u201cLet me down!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take you to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI said put me down! What\u2019s wrong with you?!\u201d Emily demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with me?!\u201d Michael retorted. \u201cAnswer me! Did you get divorced?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere\u2019s been a delay,\u201d Emily admitted. \u201cJust give me more time. I\u2019ll divorce her as soon as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you playing me?\u201d Emily\u2019s voice trembled. \u201cThe whole company now says I\u2019m being the other woman! That I ruined your marriage!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho said that? Tell me! They\u2019ll regret spreading rumors!\u201d Michael said, his eyes blazing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat doesn\u2019t matter!\u201d Emily cried. \u201cNeither of us is divorced yet! Keep your distance from now on! No more contact!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at her, hurt. \u201cYou\u2019re not divorced either. Why? Is he unwilling? Or are you reluctant?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t owe you an explanation!\u201d Emily said, pulling away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere are you going?!\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m in marketing now! I need to work!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho transferred you to marketing?\u201d Michael asked, genuinely confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo one! I asked for it myself! Anything else? I\u2019m leaving.\u201d She walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take you to the hospital for a checkup!\u201d Michael called after her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need! I can go myself!\u201d Emily replied, hurrying out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael turned to Alex. \u201cMr. Thompson, find out who Emily Carter\u2019s husband is. Warn him. Tell him to stay away from Emily Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson, is this appropriate?\u201d Alex asked, surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust do as I say!\u201d Michael commanded. \u201cUnderstood. Also, transfer Emily Carter back to the design department and investigate when the company is spreading rumors, fire them all!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir!\u201d Alex replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Olivia was talking to Sophia. \u201cDidn\u2019t you promise to teach her a lesson? Why is she still unharmed? I did confront Emily Carter for you. But Michael Thompson keeps desperately protecting her. He even fires employees who bullied her. If the old man hadn\u2019t protected me, I\u2019d have been expelled.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s so special about Emily Carter?\u201d Olivia scoffed. \u201cMen are a dime a dozen! If you have money, you can have as many as you want! Why be so obsessed?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t understand,\u201d Sophia said, her eyes fixed on the office. \u201cHe\u2019s different from other men.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve made arrangements,\u201d Olivia said, a wicked smile on her face. \u201cThis time I\u2019ll make her pay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily was walking to the hospital alone. \u201cI said don\u2019t follow me! I\u2019ll go to the hospital alone!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, two men grabbed her. \u201cHey, beautiful. Not feeling well? Let us check you out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou wanted money, right?\u201d Emily said, trying to stall. \u201cI have money! I\u2019ll give you as much as you want!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid I say we\u2019d let you go for money?\u201d one of the thugs sneered. \u201cThat chump change of yours won\u2019t even cover our pocket change!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBoss, aren\u2019t you just after money?\u201d the other thug asked his leader.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy place is right up ahead! Let me go get it for you!\u201d Emily pleaded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need for that! Just keep us entertained and we\u2019ll let you go, right?\u201d The thug grabbed her again. \u201cYou\u2019re choosing the hard way, huh? I\u2019ll take care of you right now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, a woman\u2019s voice cut through the air. \u201cWhat are you doing?! Let her go!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thugs froze. \u201cSister Na doesn\u2019t allow us to touch him!\u201d one of them said. \u201cFall back!\u201d They released Emily and ran off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, who had been following Emily, rushed to her side. \u201cWhat took you so long?!\u201d Emily cried, relief washing over her. \u201cI was terrified!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Michael said, pulling her into a hug. \u201cI should have come sooner. Let\u2019s go. I\u2019ll take you to and from work from now on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, back at Emily\u2019s apartment, Michael was still looking worried. \u201cWhy did you come here today? Didn\u2019t you faint this morning? I came to check on you. Sorry for being harsh earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d Emily said softly. \u201cIt\u2019s about Olivia Bennett, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael sighed. \u201cI didn\u2019t divorce her today because she demanded 100 million in compensation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c100 million?!\u201d Emily exclaimed. \u201cShe\u2019s being outrageous!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy mistake was not signing a pre-nup when we married,\u201d Michael admitted. \u201cNow we\u2019re headed for court.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you divorce then?\u201d Emily asked, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes. \u201cIs it because you can\u2019t bear to part with it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you insane?!\u201d Michael retorted, frustrated. \u201cI\u2019ve tried reaching him. But his phone\u2019s dead. Maybe something came up. Give me your phone. Let me try contacting him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily hesitated. \u201cThose guys just snatched my phone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d Michael said. \u201cI\u2019ll get you a new one. A brand new phone. Ten of them.\u201d He looked at her. \u201cDo you still remember his number?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily remembered her \u00abhusband\u2019s\u00bb number. \u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNever mind,\u201d Michael said, seeing her hesitation. \u201cI\u2019ll contact him myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFair enough,\u201d Emily said. \u201cI should head home now. It\u2019s getting late.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure is late,\u201d Michael agreed, then reached out and gently smoothed her hair. \u201cWait a second. Your hair\u2019s messy. If you go home looking like this, grandma will worry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily felt a jolt. \u201cWhy can\u2019t I move my hand?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael smiled. \u201cGood night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, flustered, said, \u201cI should really go now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she left, Grandma called out, \u201cEmmy, your bag?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is this what sweet love feels like?<\/em> Emily thought, her head spinning. No way. I need to divorce my secret husband ASAP.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Michael was home. Olivia had made him chicken soup. \u201cHoney, I made this chicken soup for you myself. Try some.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet out!\u201d Michael snapped, pushing it away. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?! You\u2019re not my wife at all!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia looked shocked. \u201cWhy is he doubting me again? What nonsense are you talking?! If I\u2019m not your wife, then who is?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d Michael challenged. \u201cIf you\u2019re really my wife, then who sent me messages asking to file for divorce?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI already told you! My phone was stolen!\u201d Olivia insisted. \u201cThis is clearly a scam message! Look carefully! The number they used is completely different from yours!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine,\u201d Michael said. \u201cSince you claim to be my wife, what\u2019s the phone number I used to contact you? Recite it now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia stammered. \u201cIsn\u2019t your number the one ending with 8128?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWrong,\u201d Michael said, his voice cold. \u201cThat\u2019s my work phone. Not the private number I use with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou have so many private numbers! How could I remember them all?!\u201d Olivia cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen I\u2019m calling the police,\u201d Michael said, pulling out his phone. \u201cExplain this to the officers. In this day and age, scammers dare target me?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia, panicked, grabbed his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Emily was waiting for her \u00abhusband\u00bb at the cafe. Waited so long. Why hasn\u2019t she shown up?<\/em> She pulled out her phone and dialed. \u201cHello? That\u2019s the same voice from before!\u201d She recognized the woman\u2019s voice. \u201cOlivia Bennett is definitely an imposter, Penang! I\u2019m sorry. I mistook someone else for you. Didn\u2019t mean to stand you up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d her \u00abhusband\u00bb replied. \u201cLet\u2019s just reschedule. How about tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHmm. We\u2019ll do as you said. Wear purple rosemary flowers.\u201d Emily said, remembering Michael\u2019s earlier comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAfter the divorce tomorrow, we\u2019ll settle accounts with Olivia Bennett. Purple rosemary?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, intrigued, thought, Want to settle scores with me? You\u2019re bound to be disappointed.<\/em> She then heard Sophia on the phone. \u201cHelp me put on a show tomorrow. You\u2019ll be rewarded. Purple rosemary.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, Emily saw Sophia wearing purple rosemary flowers. \u201cPurple rosemary? Why are you here? We just met yesterday. And you\u2019ve already forgotten me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia looked at her, confused. \u201cWhy are you wearing rosemary?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily smiled. \u201cDidn\u2019t you say we\u2019d meet today? Each of us wears a purple rosemary. I\u2019ll be wearing it. To meet him at the registry office. To cover up this lie. But Emily Carter must disappear. Okay. I\u2019ll handle Emily Carter. And make her vanish completely.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the County Clerk\u2019s Office, Emily and Michael met. Michael looked at Emily, then at the purple rosemary in her hair, then at the rosemary Sophia was wearing. \u201cHow could it be you?!\u201d he exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily smiled. \u201cIt\u2019s always been me. I\u2019ve always been your wife. But you never trust me. So I played a little game with you. Fun, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cSo that message yesterday was also from you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes. I sent that message. Oh, that\u2019s my new number. Save it as wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, still reeling, retorted, \u201cIn your dreams! Let go of me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, who had arrived, watched the scene unfold. She grabbed Emily. \u201cWhat are you doing?! Let go of me! What are you doing?!\u201d She then turned to Michael. \u201cAll right, since you\u2019re here. Go file for divorce now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDivorce?\u201d Michael said, his eyes fixed on Emily. \u201cFine. But prepare a hundred million now. Or\u2026 Two hundred million!\u201d He was challenging Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia, furious, pulled out her phone. \u201cYou, uh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Alex Johnson burst in, looking panicked. \u201cHello? Mr. Thompson! Emily Carter\u2019s grandma is at the office! She can\u2019t reach Carter! Understood! I am coming now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma, tearful, said, \u201cGrandma! Emmy is in trouble!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael turned to Grandma. \u201cGrandma, tell us what happened!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis morning, she went to file for divorce,\u201d Grandma explained, crying. \u201cShortly after she left, I called her. I told her to buy me two pounds of braised pork on her way back. But during the call, it suddenly went silent. The line went dead! Just static! She must be in danger! That awful husband of hers must have done something!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s face was grim. \u201cWho\u2019s Emily Carter\u2019s husband? Any leads? Not yet.\u201d Alex said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCall the company-issued phone number,\u201d Michael commanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe tried that! No answer!\u201d Alex replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTry her personal!\u201d Michael said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma, call Emmy again!\u201d Emily urged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll try,\u201d Grandma said, dialing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma, give me the number! I\u2019ll dial it!\u201d Michael said, his voice urgent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s 165 ending with 1306,\u201d Grandma said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the full number?!\u201d Michael demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you deaf at such a young age?! The one with number 165 ending with 1306!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael dialed. The phone rang, and then he heard Emily\u2019s voice. \u201cEmily Carter, where are you?! Say something!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A distorted voice came through the phone. \u201cIt\u2019s you, Mr. Thompson. Who are you? Is Emily Carter with you? Name your demands. Any demand will do.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen I want you,\u201d Michael said, his voice chillingly calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cListen carefully! Fine! I\u2019ll make you hear clearly!\u201d the voice sneered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmmy, are you okay?!\u201d Grandma cried into the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you want her safe, trade yourself for her! I\u2019m at the Westside Abandoned Warehouse. Don\u2019t be late!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, I agree,\u201d Michael said, his voice firm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hung up. \u201cHello? How\u2019s Emmy?\u201d Grandma asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma, it\u2019s fine! Just a prank someone pulled! You should go home and wait. I\u2019ll bring Emily Carter back.\u201d Michael turned to Alex. \u201cAlex Johnson, escort Grandma home!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMa\u2019am, come with me,\u201d Alex said, taking Grandma\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBring Emmy back safely!\u201d Grandma pleaded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Alex replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael turned to his security team. \u201cMr. Thompson, we found him!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere is she?\u201d Michael demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe signal\u2019s very weak. Southside Warehouse. Police are already on their way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSouthside,\u201d Michael muttered. \u201cNicole told me to go West. Probably trying to mislead us. Weak signal. She\u2019s not on ground level. But underground.\u201d He then looked at the blurry image from the warehouse security feed. \u201cMr. Thompson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Emily was tied to a chair in a dimly lit, damp underground area of an abandoned warehouse on the Southside of Chicago. \u201cTell me,\u201d a cold voice said. \u201cHow many scars would these three cigarettes leave on your face? Would your face be riddled with holes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe have no grudge! Why are you doing this?!\u201d Emily pleaded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo grudge? How can you say that? Look closely! Who am I?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, struggling, squinted at the woman\u2019s face. \u201cSophia\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia\u2019s eyes blazed. \u201cYou stole everything from me! Took what mattered most! Don\u2019t you deserve to die?!\u201d She raised a heavy stick. \u201cEmmy! I\u2019ll destroy you right now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael burst into the room. \u201cI never meant to hurt you!\u201d He ran towards Emily, shielding her as Sophia brought the stick down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d Emily said, pushing him away. \u201cLet me see. It doesn\u2019t hurt.\u201d But a trickle of blood ran down Michael\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy so much blood?!\u201d Emily cried, horrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia laughed, a crazed sound. \u201cMichael Thompson! What a useless man! Can\u2019t even protect the one you love!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael crumpled to the ground, unconscious. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Why are you crying?! Do I have a terminal illness?!\u201d Emily cried, thinking he was dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, in a hospital room, a doctor spoke to Emily. \u201cDoctor, how is she?\u201d Michael asked, a bandage on his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe abdominal trauma from the impact caused an accidental miscarriage,\u201d the doctor explained gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMiscarriage?!\u201d Michael gasped. \u201cAre you saying\u2026 She was pregnant?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t know,\u201d the doctor said, a hint of accusation in his voice. \u201cAlmost two months along. As the father-to-be, you should have been more careful. Miscarriage causes both physical and psychological trauma.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at Emily, tears welling in his eyes. \u201cThis is my fault.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDoctor,\u201d Emily said, regaining consciousness. \u201cShe didn\u2019t know about the pregnancy! Can we keep this from her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t talk nonsense,\u201d the doctor said, looking at Michael. \u201cThe doctor said you have food poisoning. You need months of proper rest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief. \u201cYou scared me to death! I thought I was dying!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, trying to keep up the charade, said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I failed to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSilly,\u201d Emily said, touching his face. \u201cYou did your best. They say what doesn\u2019t kill you makes you stronger. See? I\u2019m perfectly fine.\u201d She paused. \u201cBy the way. Have they found Sophia? Sophia. She\u2019s the one who kidnapped you. She\u2019s the one who hit me with a stick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael\u2019s face hardened. \u201cSophia. I need to handle something. Get some rest first. I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Thompson,\u201d Alex said, entering the room. \u201cHow\u2019s assistant Emily?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing serious,\u201d Michael replied. \u201cDid they catch the culprit?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey almost had the suspect,\u201d Alex reported. \u201cWhen some thugs barged in and blocked the police. They told police Sophia\u2019s the killer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSophia?!\u201d Michael exclaimed. \u201cHow could it be her?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll offer 30 million to help capture Sophia,\u201d Michael declared. \u201cAnyone who provides leads will be rewarded.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Alex replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked out the window. \u201cGood. Sophia, you hurt my family. You\u2019ll pay for this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, Emily was in her hospital room when Sophia walked in, carrying a plastic bag. \u201cI told you not to buy anything! I can\u2019t finish all this food!\u201d Emily said, annoyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d Emily asked, seeing Sophia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHeard you were hospitalized. Came to check on you,\u201d Sophia said, pulling out some bruised fruit. \u201cThese fruits. Just throw them away if you can\u2019t eat them.\u201d She placed them on Emily\u2019s bedside table. \u201cI just picked them up from the trash. Thought they matched your vibe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not welcome here,\u201d Emily said, pushing the fruit away. \u201cTake your trash and get out!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smiled, a cruel glint in her eyes. \u201cI really envy you. Lost your child. Yet still so carefree.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily froze. \u201cWhat child?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, Grandma walked in, carrying a thermos. \u201cThis time it\u2019s lotus root and pork rib soup! Grandma taught me how to make it! You\u2019ll love it! Call grandma after you finish eating! Don\u2019t make her worry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily looked at Sophia, then at Michael, who had just entered. \u201cAre you hiding something from me? How could that be? What\u2019s wrong? Our baby? Where\u2019s our child? Did we lose our baby?! Say something! Say something!\u201d she cried, tears streaming down her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, unable to keep the secret any longer, pulled her into a hug. \u201cIt\u2019s my fault for not protecting him! It\u2019s all my fault! I failed to protect him! I should have protected him!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d Emily sobbed, clinging to him. \u201cThis is my fault. We can have another child.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olivia Bennett, who had been listening at the door, smirked. \u201cOlivia Bennett claimed you didn\u2019t want the baby. You told the doctor to terminate it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at Olivia, his eyes blazing. \u201cOlivia Bennett is lying! I know! Sophia caused our baby\u2019s death! It was Sophia! She\u2019s already wanted by police. She\u2019ll face justice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He then turned to Emily, offering her a spoonful of soup. \u201cOpen up for another one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex Johnson, looking nervous, entered the room. \u201cMr. Thompson, I found something. Uh, maybe I should leave first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis better be important,\u201d Michael said, his voice grim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s crucial! It concerns Olivia Bennett!\u201d Alex blurted out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSince when is Olivia Bennett important?\u201d Emily scoffed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI swear! I have no feelings for Olivia Bennett! We\u2019re completely unrelated!\u201d Michael declared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, taking a deep breath, said, \u201cMr. Thompson, you and Olivia Bennett were never married! My investigation shows her marital status is listed as unmarried. There was a mistake in the paperwork years ago. You and Olivia Bennett were never legally married. Your legal wife is someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily gasped. \u201cWhat?! Mr. Thompson is truly something! Can\u2019t even recognize his own wife! You even fell into someone else\u2019s trap!\u201d She looked at Michael. \u201cThis is pretty common, right? You don\u2019t even know who your own husband is!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not like you!\u201d Michael retorted. \u201cI definitely know who my husband is!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma told me you\u2019re clueless!\u201d Emily shot back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy does she tell you everything?!\u201d Michael exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan\u2019t be helped! Grandma simply adores me!\u201d Emily replied, a playful glint in her eyes. \u201cYour top priority now isn\u2019t finding the real wife and getting divorced.\u201d She then smiled mischievously. \u201cLet\u2019s make a bet! Whoever gets divorced first loses and moves in with the winner! If you lose, you\u2019ll be moving into my place!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay!\u201d Michael said, rising to the challenge. \u201cAs Thompson Enterprises\u2019s CEO, finding someone will be a breeze!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, really?\u201d Emily scoffed. \u201cI have my mystery husband\u2019s number! One call will prove it!\u201d She pulled out her new phone and dialed. It rang and rang, then went straight to voicemail. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on? Assistant Emily, your situation usually means you\u2019ve been blocked.\u201d Alex said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy would he block me?!\u201d Emily exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cActually,\u201d Michael said, a smug look on his face, \u201cI gave her a black card, checking the bank records. We\u2019ll locate her instantly. Don\u2019t cry when you lose. Pack Mrs. Thompson\u2019s belongings.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRight away, Mr. Thompson!\u201d Alex replied, heading out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, furious, tried again. \u201cHow dare he block me! Make a call for me! All right!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the number?\u201d Michael asked, taking her phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c56583!\u201d Emily rattled off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSay that again?\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c1565836!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at the number, then at Emily. \u201cIs this really your husband\u2019s number? This is Mr. Thompson\u2019s number.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo way!\u201d Emily exclaimed. \u201cI know this isn\u2019t his phone number!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is Mr. Thompson\u2019s private number,\u201d Alex said, returning. \u201cOnly a handful of people have access.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen check this card for me!\u201d Emily demanded, thrusting her black card at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex looked at the card. \u201cThis card also belongs to Mr. Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily\u2019s jaw dropped. \u201cSo\u2026 Michael Thompson is my husband! I\u2019m that mysterious wife!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, looking terrified, stammered, \u201cThat seems to be the case! Oh my god! I won\u2019t get fired for knowing too much, will I? I\u2019ll inform Mr. Thompson right now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWait a second!\u201d Emily said, grabbing her phone as it rang. \u201cI need to take this call. Hello? Tomorrow morning? Divorce. Fine.\u201d She hung up. \u201cMichael Thompson wants me at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Wear the rosemary and finalize the divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Must be Mr. Thompson,<\/em> Alex thought. \u201cShould I notify him now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d Emily said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. \u201cI\u2019ll surprise him myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Alex replied, still reeling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, at the County Clerk\u2019s Office, Michael was waiting. \u201cMr. Thompson, you\u2019re on your own now.\u201d Alex said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWaiting for someone?\u201d Michael muttered. Then he saw Emily. \u201cEmmy! Why aren\u2019t you resting at the hospital? What brings you here? Are you feeling better?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re here to get divorced,\u201d Emily said, a small smile on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cExactly,\u201d Michael replied. \u201cI\u2019m finalizing this divorce today. You\u2019re my wife. The stingy boss you mentioned is actually me. The clumsy subordinate you mentioned? That\u2019s me. Let\u2019s go and get divorced.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, tears welling in her eyes, said, \u201cGood thing it\u2019s you. So are we still getting divorced?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael pulled her into a hug. \u201cI won\u2019t get divorced.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Alex rushed in, looking frantic. \u201cMr. Thompson, Mr. Thompson! Our company\u2019s funds were embezzled by Olivia Bennett!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?!\u201d Michael exclaimed. \u201cHow did she get authorization?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe old man approved her!\u201d Alex replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow could I forget about that?!\u201d Michael groaned. \u201cDid you call the police?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve already called the police! They\u2019re already on their way to arrest her!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Michael said, his face grim. \u201cMr. Thompson, the police have intercepted Olivia Bennett at the airport. They want us there immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAll right, let\u2019s uh, let\u2019s head over now,\u201d Michael said, taking Emily\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, his phone rang. It was Grandpa. \u201cHello? Your secretary said you\u2019re sick! Which hospital room are you in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandpa, I\u2019m not sick!\u201d Michael exclaimed. \u201cWho said I was hospitalized?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour secretary, Sophia, told me!\u201d Grandpa insisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSophia?!\u201d Michael\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cGrandpa, she\u2019s a wanted criminal now, don\u2019t you\u2026\u201d The line went dead. \u201cHello? Hello? Hello? What\u2019s wrong?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alex, panicked, said, \u201cGrandpa is with Sophia!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael turned to Alex. \u201cTaylor Green, take Emmy to the police station. I\u2019ll send you the location later.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, seeing his concern, said, \u201cI\u2019m coming with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, let\u2019s go together then,\u201d Michael replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, Sophia was with Grandpa, who looked unwell. \u201cMichael, why aren\u2019t you here yet?! I\u2019ve been waiting forever! If you don\u2019t come soon, this old man will kick the bucket!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat did you do to my grandpa?!\u201d Michael demanded, arriving on the scene with Emily and Alex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia laughed. \u201cI didn\u2019t do anything! He got sick on his own! Where the hell are you?! You really don\u2019t get me! I love you so much! It\u2019s obviously 520!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI love you too! Just come already!\u201d Michael pleaded, trying to keep her calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m waiting for you!\u201d Sophia shrieked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re insane!\u201d Emily whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandpa, looking at Sophia, said, \u201cGrandpa! Do you believe it? I\u2019ll make this old man bleed out right here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael stepped forward. \u201cSophia, take your grudge out on me! Don\u2019t hurt grandpa!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia looked at Michael, a twisted smile on her face. \u201cHow could I bear to treat you like that? I adore you too much for that! What do you really want? I want you, Zaram!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, I\u2019ll trade places for grandpa!\u201d Michael said, stepping forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMichael, let\u2019s swap then!\u201d Emily said, trying to help. \u201cIt\u2019ll be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia chuckled. \u201cWell played, Michael Thompson! Guess who I really am, and I\u2019ll let you switch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s there to guess? You\u2019re Sophia! Can we trade now?\u201d Michael said, exasperated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWrong guess!\u201d Sophia shrieked. \u201cYou don\u2019t remember me at all! But I\u2019m hopelessly in love! Come closer. Time to make the trade. Naturally. By the way, friendly reminder. If that old man doesn\u2019t get treated, he\u2019ll die soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEmmy, take grandpa to the hospital first!\u201d Michael commanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, wait for me! I\u2019ll come back to save you!\u201d Emily said, helping Grandpa away. \u201cLet\u2019s go, grandpa!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sophia smiled, a triumphant glint in her eyes. \u201cThe nuisances are gone. Now it\u2019s just us two. You know what I want, don\u2019t you? You want us to die together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou guessed right!\u201d Michael said, looking at her, a strange sadness in his eyes. \u201cYou really do understand me best. Since I can\u2019t have you in life, I\u2019ll claim you in death. In death? You\u2019ll finally be mine!\u201d She pushed him towards the edge of the abandoned building. \u201cGo over there!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, Michael woke up in a hospital bed. \u201cWhoa, Michael. You\u2019re awake!\u201d Emily said, sitting beside him, her eyes red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you feeling any pain?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy head hurts,\u201d Michael mumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe doctor said you have a mild concussion,\u201d Emily explained. \u201cSome rest should help. Good thing I alerted Taylor Green and the police. That was the fifth floor. You just jumped off like that? If anything happened to you, I wouldn\u2019t want to live either!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t talk nonsense!\u201d Michael said, trying to sit up. \u201cEven if I die, you must keep living well!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUgh, trying to make me angry again?\u201d Emily said, a small smile touching her lips. \u201cFine, I\u2019ll stop talking.\u201d She then remembered. \u201cWhere\u2019s grandpa?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandpa\u2019s fine. He\u2019s in the next room,\u201d Michael replied. \u201cOh, right. Sophia\u2019s been sent to a mental institution.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMental institution?!\u201d Emily exclaimed. \u201cThe police investigation shows the real Sophia lives abroad. The Sophia we knew is actually Ava. She\u2019s a psychiatric patient escaped after being abused at the institution. Then she stole Sophia\u2019s identity to join Thompson Enterprises.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ava,<\/em> Michael thought, the name triggering a distant memory. He remembered a cold day in a back alley in downtown Los Angeles, years ago. A young woman, clearly homeless, was huddled, shivering. \u201cWhere did this beggar come from? Dare to steal my food?\u201d a group of bullies sneered. \u201cThis beggar\u2019s kind of pretty. Want some? Take off your clothes if you want it. I\u2019ll buy you more.\u201d They laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael, a young man then, had stepped forward. \u201cEnjoying the food, okay? Hey. Mind your own business, punk! I suggest you scram right now or I\u2019ll call the cops!\u201d He had offered the girl some food. \u201cA young lady like you should stay away from drunkards. Got it? Hungry. Food? Wait here. I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He remembered telling her to go to the police station nearby. \u201cOkay, grandpa. I understand. I\u2019ll be back soon. Go that way. There\u2019s a police station 500 meters ahead. Ask the police for help there. Understood? I\u2019m Ava. What\u2019s your name? Michael Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael. Ava. Now I remember. So it was her. So that\u2019s how it is. No wonder she kept making you say her name.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma entered the hospital room, carrying a bag. \u201cGrandma! What brings you here?\u201d Emily asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBrought you some homemade snacks! Made them myself! Healthy and hygienic!\u201d Grandma beamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma! Your cooking is simply amazing!\u201d Emily gushed. \u201cEven better than restaurant food!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma chuckled. \u201cLook at this kid. Always know how to sweet talk. Really? Heard you fell from the building. Trying to save grandpa. Such a filial child. Unlike Emmy\u2019s husband. Never comes home all year. I\u2019m sure he has\u2026 a mistress outside. What a scoundrel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily looked at Michael, mortified. \u201cGrandma? What affair? That\u2019s nonsense. Non-existent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho told you that?\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe son-in-law next door,\u201d Grandma said. \u201cFrom Aunt Guo\u2019s family. He never comes home all year. Out of nowhere. They say he\u2019s having an affair. Her daughter cries daily. Heartbroken.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma?\u201d Emily said, trying to change the subject. \u201cI believe\u2026 Emmy\u2019s husband\u2026 wouldn\u2019t do such things.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you know? He\u2019s nothing like you!\u201d Grandma retorted. \u201cBy the way, aren\u2019t you two planning\u2026 to be together after divorcing? Hurry up! I want great-grandkids!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma!\u201d Emily exclaimed, a deep blush spreading across her face. \u201cActually\u2026 He\u2019s the one who never comes home. He\u2026 He\u2019s your husband of one year.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandma looked at them, then blinked. \u201cI must be\u2026 getting senile. Need more sleep. I\u2019ll sleep properly at home. Reset my sleep. Sleep again? Grandma\u2019s still confused. Let me explain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, Grandma called out, \u201cGrandma? Is Emmy awake?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma? What is it? Is Emmy up yet?\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStill asleep, probably,\u201d Grandma replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma? Breakfast\u2019s ready! Eat first. I\u2019ll wake her.\u201d Michael walked into their bedroom. \u201cGet up! Five more minutes! Wake up! Today\u2019s Ethan and Lucas\u2019s kindergarten sports day! Can\u2019t be late!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrandma will go on my behalf!\u201d Emily mumbled, still half-asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot going! I\u2019m meeting Grandpa Thompson for Tai Chi! I\u2019m leaving now!\u201d Grandma called out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael leaned over Emily. \u201cEmily Carter, if you don\u2019t get up\u2026 I\u2019ll use extreme measures. Rise and shine!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily, finally opening her eyes, saw Michael\u2019s face close to hers. \u201cMichael Thompson! I can\u2019t take this anymore! I want a divorce!\u201d she declared playfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael chuckled, pulling her closer. \u201cEmily Carter, are you looking for a spanking?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2026 You are\u2026\u201d Emily stammered, then smiled. \u201cJust kidding with you. I\u2019m mad at you, Michael Thompson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be angry, okay?\u201d Michael said, kissing her forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot angry. Then I\u2019ll ask you two questions. Answer right and I\u2019ll forgive you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGo ahead,\u201d Michael said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFirst one. When did we first meet? Month and date?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael paused, thinking hard. \u201cMay 21st.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen did you start liking me?\u201d Emily asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2026 Can\u2019t answer, huh? Now I\u2019m really angry!\u201d Emily teased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael pulled her closer, his voice soft. \u201cNot angry anymore. From the moment I first saw you, I already liked you. Blame your ridiculously handsome face. I was totally smitten by your looks. Mr. Handsome. Mr. Perfect. You\u2019re forgiven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emily smiled, snuggling into his embrace. \u201cLet\u2019s get breakfast. Let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five years later, in a mental institution, Ava looked at a picture of Michael. \u201cFive years. Ava missed you so much. I know. You don\u2019t like this face of mine. So this time\u2026 I\u2019ll become the person you love. And come back to you.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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