“Hold up! Get out of the way, old man, seriously, move it!” 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. “How dare you lay a hand on an elder?” a clear, steady voice cut back, surprising everyone. “The elevator’s already overloaded, and it happened the moment you stepped in. If anyone’s leaving, it should be you.”

 

 

The woman who’d spoken, a sharp-featured blonde in an expensive power suit, whirled around. “Who do you think you are to tell me to leave? Do you have any idea who I am? Or my direct connection to Michael Thompson, the Chairman himself?” Her eyes, narrowed to slits, scanned the newcomer with disdain. “I don’t care who you are. Apologize to him right now.”

A young woman, Emily Carter, blinked. Is this woman blind? To openly confront Sophia Reed, Thompson Enterprises’ star Senior Manager? Emily knew Sophia was notorious, and today was interview day for countless hopefuls, including herself. “She’s here for an interview,” a whispered comment from a nervous bystander reached Emily’s ears. “She’ll tank it for sure, after offending Sophia.”

Emily shook her head slightly. Not worth my breath, she thought, turning her attention to the older man who still seemed a bit shaken. “Sir, are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle, eyes filled with genuine concern.

He offered a weak smile. “I’m fine, thank you, miss. Glad you’re all right, too.” He paused, looking at her warmly. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Emily Carter.”

“Do you work here, at Thompson Enterprises?” he inquired, his gaze lingering on her.

“No, sir. I’m actually here for an interview.” Emily offered a hopeful, if slightly nervous, smile.

He beamed. “Well, I believe in you, Emily. You’ll pass for sure.” His words, so simple, brought a surprising warmth to her chest.

“I appreciate that, sir,” 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. “Man, I wonder if I’ll actually meet Mr. Thompson today,” a voice muttered beside her.

“Why would he attend interviews for us ‘small fries’?” another scoffed. “Unless you make it to the executive office, you’ll barely get a chance to interact with Chairman Thompson.”

“Emily Carter?” A crisp voice called out from the reception area.

“That’s me,” Emily responded, stepping forward.

“Come in for your interview.”

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. “Mr. Johnson, our staff wasn’t at JFK to pick up Grandpa. Did you check his old brownstone in Brooklyn Heights? No sign there either.” He ran a hand through his hair, a hint of frustration in his voice. “You brat, Grandpa. Are you still recovering? Why on earth would you sneak back to the USA without telling anyone?”

A gruff voice boomed from the other end. “You have the nerve to ask me? It’s 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?”

Michael sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Grandpa, I showed you the marriage certificate.”

“Just the cover, boy! Do you think I’m senile? I don’t care about covers. I want to meet her. If I don’t see her, I swear, I’ll… I’ll end my life right here!” The old man’s theatrics were legendary.

“Fine, fine!” Michael capitulated, knowing resistance was futile. “If you promise to recover properly, I’ll take you to meet her. One month, okay? That’s all you get.” He heard his grandfather huff, but a grudging agreement came through.

Then, an unexpected addendum. “Oh, and a girl named Emily Carter interviewed at your company today. Hire her.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Grandpa, our company hires based on merit. You know that.”

“She made it to the interview, didn’t she? That shows capability right there. That Emily Carter girl… she’s kind and beautiful. I like her. A lot.” His grandfather’s tone left no room for debate.

Michael suppressed another sigh. “Alright, alright. I’ll hire her. Happy now?”

“Let’s go, Grandpa. I’ll take you home,” Michael said, changing the subject.

“No need,” his grandfather replied dismissively. “I’ll go alone. Emily Carter, huh…” he mumbled, the name seeming to bring a smile to his face.

Back in Chicago, Emily walked into the interview room, a wave of nervous energy washing over her. “Good morning, panel,” she greeted, offering her resume.

Sophia Reed, seated at the head of the table, sneered as her eyes landed on Emily. “Ew. What a coincidence.” Emily’s heart sank. She recognized the look. I’m doomed.

“Get out,” Sophia snapped, waving a dismissive hand.

“You haven’t even looked at my resume,” Emily retorted, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

“Don’t need to. Trash like you doesn’t belong here. Take your resume and scram.” Sophia’s voice dripped with venom.

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’s even more handsome in person, a panelist whispered, clearly star-struck.

Emily, however, was fuming. “You’re just retaliating because I offended you in the elevator, aren’t you?” she accused, looking directly at Sophia.

Sophia smirked. “So what if I am? You bullied an elder earlier. That was wrong.”

“And given another chance,” Emily shot back, her voice firm, “I’d do it again. With interviewers like you, I quit this process.” She tossed her resume onto the table.

Sophia shrugged. “Suit yourself. Who needs this anyway?”

Michael, who had been observing the exchange with a stony expression, finally spoke. His eyes, sharp and intelligent, met Emily’s. “Why do you look… familiar?” he mused aloud. “Who is Emily Carter?”

“That’s me,” Emily answered, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Majored in design?” Michael continued, glancing at the abandoned resume. “Does our design department still need more people?”

A nervous design manager quickly interjected, “Mr. Thompson, our department is fully staffed now.”

“You can join secretarial as an intern,” Michael stated, then turned to his assistant. “Alex Johnson, handle her onboarding.”

“Yes, sir,” Alex replied, a hint of confusion on his face as he ushered Emily away.

As they left, Sophia glared daggers at Emily’s back. “This woman’s already hitting on Mr. Thompson. You’ll pay for this,” she muttered under her breath.

Later, in the bustling office, Emily was trying to find her footing when a loud voice cut through the air. “You’re the new office hottie, huh?” A man, Ryan Patel, Thompson Enterprises’ Head of Marketing, sauntered up to her, his gaze overtly appreciative. He reached out to touch her arm.

“What are you doing?” Emily recoiled, slapping his hand away.

Ryan looked shocked. “You dare hit me?!”

“You harassed me,” Emily stated, her jaw tight. “A slap was mercy.”

“Weren’t you just chasing Mr. Thompson?” Ryan scoffed, rubbing his hand. “What’s wrong with a little touch from me? Stop playing the innocent saint.”

“Mr. Thompson! Mark my words!” Sophia suddenly appeared, her voice echoing through the office. Michael Thompson emerged from his office, his brow furrowed.

“Don’t you move,” Emily warned Ryan, refusing to let him go.

“Let go of me!” Ryan struggled.

“What happened?” Michael demanded, his gaze sweeping over the scene.

“He harassed me!” Emily declared, her voice trembling slightly with indignation. “Touched me!”

Ryan immediately turned to Michael, feigning distress. “Mr. Thompson, I didn’t! She’s… she’s using me to climb up! Came on to me!” He put on a convincing act. “Who let this scheming woman into our company? Fire her immediately!”

“Mr. Thompson,” Emily interjected, her voice firm despite her anger. “You hired her.”

Michael paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

Ryan, thinking he had won, started to gloat. “What the–”

“Mr. Thompson, I’m so sorry!” Alex Johnson rushed forward, looking mortified. “I spoke out of turn. I apologize, but you must believe me! She was the one hitting on me!”

“He’s lying!” Emily protested.

“Mr. Thompson,” Ryan pleaded, regaining his composure. “After all these years at the company, I’ve always been diligent. You have to trust me.”

Michael’s voice was cold, decisive. “Get out. You hear me? Get out.”

“It was clearly him harassing me! Why fire me instead?!” Emily exclaimed, utterly bewildered.

Michael sighed, rubbing his temples. “I meant him. Not you.”

Ryan looked utterly aghast. “Idiot!” he blurted, realizing his mistake. “Mr. Thompson, I know I messed up! I have an 80-year-old mother and a child on the way! If you fire me, they’ll starve! Mr. Thompson, I beg you, please give me another chance!”

Michael held up three fingers. “Three.”

Ryan’s face fell. “Mr. Thompson!”

Michael held up two fingers. “Two.”

Ryan, desperate, started to babble thanks as Michael cut him off. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson!” He scurried out of the office, defeated.

Michael watched him go, then his eyes flickered to Emily. “Have I seen her somewhere?” he murmured, a thought nagging at him. “Alex Johnson.”

“Yes, Mr. Thompson?”

“Bring me my marriage certificate. And by the way, last year, what was the name of the person you found for me to marry?”

Alex, ever efficient, replied, “Olivia Bennett, sir. Are you sure?”

Michael frowned. “I’m sure. Must I have remembered wrong?” He turned his attention to Emily. “Emily Carter, I’ll get you some materials to review. Okay?”

“Okay,” Emily replied, still a bit stunned by the abrupt turn of events.

Later, Alex brought Emily a stack of documents. “Take these documents back and study them,” he instructed.

“Okay,” Emily said, heading back to her new, albeit temporary, desk.

Days later, Michael was in his office, a frustrated frown on his face. “Mr. Johnson, I’m sorry,” he said, looking at Alex. “Any luck finding it?”

“Not yet, sir,” Alex admitted, looking equally perplexed. “I remember leaving it right here, in this spot. But it just… vanished.”

Emily, passing by, overheard. “Assistant Alex, what are you looking for?”

“My marriage certificate,” Alex mumbled, still searching.

“Let me help you search!” Emily offered, stepping forward.

“No need,” Michael interjected curtly. “Go get the product ingredient list for my signature.”

“Ingredient list?” Emily asked, a bit confused.

“Yes. Okay, go.”

Meanwhile, Ryan, still reeling from his demotion, approached Sophia. “Mr. Thompson, I sincerely regret my actions. Please don’t fire me.”

Sophia smirked. “I can keep you employed, Mr. Patel, and…” she leaned in conspiratorially. “You must help me this time. I can’t lose my position at Thompson Enterprises.”

“I’ll assist you,” Ryan said eagerly. “If you handle something for me. What is it?”

“Make Emily Carter leave Thompson Enterprises,” Sophia stated, her eyes glinting. “Emily Carter… she’s the reason I got fired by Mr. Thompson.”

“Don’t worry,” Ryan promised, a nasty smile spreading across his face. “I’ll make sure she’s gone.”

“Proceed,” Sophia urged. She watched Ryan walk away, a triumphant smile on her face. “Michael Thompson, I’ll remove every woman who dares to covet you. You’re mine alone.”

Later, Emily was about to enter Michael’s office when Sophia blocked her path. “Who let you in here?”

“Mr. Thompson,” Emily began, “I lost an earring here. Right here,” she insisted, pointing to the floor.

“Without my permission, don’t enter my office,” Michael’s stern voice came from inside.

“Okay, Mr. Thompson,” Emily mumbled, retreating.

Sophia, seeing her chance, marched into Michael’s office. “What are you doing here?” she demanded of Emily, who was now holding a document. “Flaunting yourself for Mr. Thompson again?”

“I’m delivering the ingredient list,” Emily explained.

Sophia snatched the document. Her eyes widened. “What 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’re trying to destroy Thompson Enterprises!” she shrieked, making a dramatic show of it.

“I didn’t do it!” Emily protested, her face pale. “I never touched this document. I just got it from R&D.”

“How dare you lie?!” Sophia’s voice was shrill. “Adding this is illegal! Come with me to HR!”

“I won’t go! I didn’t do it! Let me go! Let me go!” Emily struggled as Sophia grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door.

“What’s going on here?” Michael’s voice boomed, stepping out of his office.

“Mr. Thompson!” Sophia cried, practically throwing Emily towards him. “Emily Carter tampered with the formula, damaging our reputation!”

“I didn’t! I never touched it!” Emily pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

“Stop lying!” Sophia spat. “Where’s the original formula? Did you sell it to competitors?”

Michael’s gaze was piercing. “Emily Carter, any explanations?”

“I swear I didn’t touch it! Taylor Green told me to retrieve this document! I didn’t even look at it! How could I possibly…?”

“Enough with the act! Let’s go to HR!” Sophia interrupted, pulling at Emily again.

“I told you I didn’t! I’m not going! Let me go!”

“Enough,” Michael said, his voice laced with an undeniable authority that stopped them both. He looked at Emily. “Did you go anywhere else?”

Emily, still shaken, thought for a moment. “The pantry. I went to the pantry for a minute. It must have been swapped there!”

“Check the security footage from the pantry!” Michael ordered.

Sophia scoffed. “A thief crying, ‘stop thief’! Everyone knows the pantry cameras were broken.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed. “Mr. Thompson, the surveillance cameras were repaired long ago,” Alex Johnson said, stepping forward with a tablet showing live footage.

On the screen, Ryan Patel was clearly seen swapping documents in the pantry.

“It’s him?!” Michael exclaimed, recognizing Ryan. “Wasn’t he fired? Why is he still here?” He turned to Alex. “Bring Ryan Patel here!”

“Yes, sir!” Alex hurried off.

Moments later, Ryan was dragged back into the office. “Let go of me! Release me! And why are you arresting me?!”

“Still making excuses?” Michael’s voice was icy. “The surveillance footage is right here. Why did you swap the files to frame her?”

Ryan’s face drained of color. “Yes… It’s…”

Sophia, surprisingly, tried to intervene. “How dare you lie in front of Mr. Thompson? You’d better think carefully before acting!”

“I… I just couldn’t accept it,” Ryan stammered, his eyes darting wildly. “I wanted Emily Carter to get fired too! Mr. Thompson, I never meant to… harm the Thompson Corporation!”

“Save that story for the police,” Michael said, his voice flat. “Take him away now.”

“Let go! I can walk myself!” Ryan protested as he was led out.

Michael turned to Emily. “Emily Carter, you failed your duties. You’re fired.”

“Why?!” Emily cried, utterly shocked. “Wasn’t this already investigated? It wasn’t me!”

At that moment, Alex rushed back in, a worried expression on his face. “Mr. Thompson, did you find it? It’s my negligence, sir. I lost your marriage certificate. Not sure if Mrs. Thompson still has hers.”

Michael’s eyes hardened. “I checked. One certificate is enough for divorce.”

Emily’s head spun. Marriage certificate? He’s married?

“Fine, I understand,” Michael said, dismissing Alex. He looked at Emily, his expression unreadable. “Get out.”

“Let’s go,” Sophia said triumphantly, taking Emily’s arm.

“Let go! Stop dragging me!” Emily pulled away.

Later that evening, sitting on her worn couch in her modest apartment in Queens, Emily’s phone rang. It was her «mysterious husband.»

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice small. “You and I have no connection.”

“Stop calling me your husband, Emily. This is a misunderstanding. I’m…”

“Get out!” she snapped, the frustration of the day boiling over.

The voice on the other end paused, then, “Mr. Thompson, the matter has…”

“I said, get out!” Michael Thompson’s voice, sharp and distinct, came through the phone. Emily blinked. Wasn’t this already investigated?

She held the phone away from her ear, realizing she had confused Michael Thompson with her actual mystery husband. “Hello? I’m sorry, I… I left early this morning.” She hoped he hadn’t heard Michael’s angry outburst.

“Are you crying?” her mystery husband asked, his voice softer now.

“No,” she lied, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“Did you call about the divorce matter?” he asked.

“About the divorce,” Emily said, steeling herself. “Let’s delay it by a month. I need you to act as my wife, to meet my grandfather.” She knew it was a big ask, but she had to try. “Don’t worry. I’ll compensate you for this month.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Emily replied, genuinely. “The money you gave me last time saved the life of my only family, my grandma. You’re my benefactor now. I can’t take more money. Rest assured, I’m good with elderly people.” A small smile touched her lips. “We’ll proceed with the divorce soon.” Then she remembered. “Oh, and our marriage certificate. I accidentally lost mine. Do you still have yours?”

A brief silence. “Yours is missing too?” he asked, a hint of surprise in his tone.

“I lost your marriage certificate,” Emily admitted.

Suddenly, she remembered something Alex Johnson had said earlier. “Taylor Green just mentioned Mr. Thompson’s marriage certificate is missing.” What a coincidence. Two. Your marriage certificate is also missing. A strange feeling crept over her. “If that’s the case, it’s a problem.”

“It’s okay,” her mystery husband said reassuringly. “A colleague of mine today also lost their marriage certificate.”

What was I thinking? Emily thought, shaking her head. How could my mysterious husband be Mr. Thompson?She took a deep breath. “You… 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’ll do my best to assist you.”

Just then, Michael’s voice, clear and commanding, came through the office speaker. “Mr. Thompson, Mr. Davis, and his team have arrived.”

“Bring the contract,” Michael instructed.

Emily’s mystery husband’s voice cut back in. “I’m fine. Right before you called me, I got fired from the company. I just lost control of my emotions.”

“Work at your company,” her husband offered.

“No need,” Emily said, a renewed resolve in her voice. “Don’t worry. I won’t be easily defeated.”

“Your boss firing you shows his poor judgment,” her husband commented.

Emily couldn’t help but agree. “Hmm. He really is blind.”

“Never speak ill of others behind their backs,” her husband chided gently.

Just as he said that, a car pulled up outside her building. Michael Thompson. Speak of the devil. Here he comes.

“I need to go,” Emily said quickly into the phone. “Something came up. We’ll text about the details later. Got it.” She hung up, rushing downstairs.

The next day, back at Thompson Enterprises, the office was abuzz with whispers. “Emily Carter, you’re Mr. Thompson’s new assistant, right?” A co-worker asked. “Do you know who Mr. Thompson’s mysterious wife is? I always thought Mr. Thompson was the city’s most eligible bachelor. Never imagined he’s married.”

“Even if Mr. Thompson were single, you’d still have no chance,” Sophia interjected, a venomous smile on her face.

“Hey, rumor says Mr. Thompson’s planning to divorce his secret wife! Is that true?” another gossiped.

“Seems plausible,” said another. “Does that mean I still have a shot?”

“Too much free time on your hands?” Michael Thompson’s voice suddenly cut through the air, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. He looked directly at the gossiping employees. “Pack your belongings and leave the company immediately.”

The office fell silent. “What’s happening?!” a stunned voice whispered. “No idea…”

Later, Sophia cornered Emily. “Taylor Green, do you know Mr. Thompson’s schedule?”

“His schedule is confidential,” Emily replied, recalling Alex Johnson’s words. “Only Sophia and Taylor Green have access.”

Sophia smirked. “Do you know who Mr. Thompson is meeting with today? Probably CEO Davis from Celestial Group. Mr. Davis.”

Emily, remembering her conversation with her «husband» (Michael, she now realized with a jolt), suddenly understood. Michael was going to meet Mr. Davis. “Hey, where are you going?” Sophia called after her as Emily hurried away.

“Going to intercept him!” Emily called back.

She found Michael, looking rather disheveled, outside a high-end restaurant near Boston’s Financial District, known for its power lunches. “Hand over the medicine,” she demanded, extending her hand.

Michael looked at her, surprised. “What are you doing here? How did you track me down?”

“I did my research,” Emily said, confidently. “I found out our collaboration partner is Mr. Davis from Celestial Group. This is his favorite restaurant. If we’re discussing cooperation, he’ll definitely choose this place.” She pushed a small bottle into his hand. “What you need now is a hangover cure.”

Michael eyed her suspiciously. “What’s your motive for approaching me?”

“I just want to prove I can be a competent assistant,” Emily stated, her resolve firm. “Ryan Patel was the one who messed up. Why fire me instead?”

Michael scoffed. “I don’t explain things to idiots.”

Suddenly, Emily stumbled, bumping into Michael and spilling a bit of the hangover cure on his immaculate suit. “You!” she gasped, mortified. “Emily Carter! I’m sorry! That wasn’t intentional! Let me clean that for you.”

As she frantically dabbed at his suit, Sophia arrived, a triumphant look on her face. “Mr. Thompson, maybe I should leave now.”

“Taylor Green! Get back here!” Michael commanded, his eyes fixed on Emily.

Emily, still trying to clean the spill, found herself in an awkward position on Michael’s lap. “Mr. Thompson! How long will you stay on my lap?”

“I slipped!” she protested, trying to move. “Move!” Michael said, not unkindly.

“I genuinely want to know why,” Emily insisted, looking up at him.

Michael sighed. “Fine. I’ll tell you why. As an assistant, you didn’t notice the documents were swapped. Not only are you careless, you lack basic responsibility.”

“Dare to make a bet with me,” Emily challenged, meeting his gaze. “Give me one month. If I can prove myself as a competent assistant, let me stay and work in the design department.”

Just then, his grandfather’s voice, a memory from the phone call, echoed in his mind. It’s you? That Emily Carter girl. Kind and capable. I see potential in her.

Michael looked at Emily, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. “Fine. Out of respect for Grandpa, I’ll give her another chance. Okay. You’ve got one month. And if you fail…”

“I’ll pay you six months’ salary!” Emily interjected, surprising him.

“Fine,” Michael agreed, then held out his hand. “Give me the deposit.”

Emily pulled out her credit card. Michael glanced at it. Why does this card look familiar? he wondered.

“I was just joking,” Emily said, seeing his expression. “Your petty cash means nothing to me.” She stood up, renewed determination in her eyes. “One month. Succeed and stay. Fail and get lost.”

“I’ll start work tomorrow!” she declared, turning to leave.

“Idiot,” Michael muttered, a small smile playing on his lips. “See you tomorrow.”

The next morning, Emily walked into the Thompson Enterprises office, a new spring in her step. “Morning, Sophia!” she chirped.

“Good morning, Sophia!” echoed another colleague.

“Morning, Sister Sophia,” a new hire said, slightly intimidated.

Sophia glared at Emily. “Emily Carter! Weren’t you fired by Mr. Thompson?”

“Mr. Thompson’s got a sharp eye for talent,” Emily replied, a playful glint in her eyes. “He kept me again. How’s that? Annoyed?”

Sophia’s jaw tightened. “You… Michael Thompson’s making exceptions for her again!” she seethed to a nearby colleague. Still no leads on the mystery wife. Another rival joins the fray.

“Sophia, I’ve got tissues here,” the colleague offered, sensing her distress.

“Get lost!” Sophia snapped.

Later, Emily approached Michael’s office with a freshly brewed cup. “Mr. Thompson, your coffee, Mr. Thompson. No milk, sugar, or ice, right?”

“Leave it there,” Michael said, not looking up from his computer.

“Something else?” Emily asked, lingering. “Won’t you try it?”

“Get out,” Michael replied, his voice firm.

Emily sighed and left. Michael, however, took a sip. Oh. Not bad at all.

Sophia, ever observant, watched the interaction. “What do you think you’re doing, Emily Carter? Don’t tell me you’re Mr. Thompson’s mystery wife.”

“Are you insane?!” Emily exclaimed, genuinely horrified. “How could I be Mr. Thompson’s secret wife?!”

“You better not be,” Sophia warned, her eyes narrowed. “Or else I’ll…”

“You lunatic!” Emily muttered under her breath.

Just then, Emily’s phone rang. “Got it. On my way.” She rushed out.

Sophia, seeing Emily leave, immediately called Ryan. “Emily Carter! You’ve got what you wanted. Where’s the money? I asked you to investigate Michael Thompson’s secret wife, not this woman! Dig deeper!” She hung up, fuming.

Ryan, now desperate, found Sophia again. “You dare trick me, bitch? Where’s your promised return to Thompson Enterprises?”

Sophia’s eyes flashed. “Want to hit me? Come on. Aim right here.” She gestured to her face. Ryan hesitated, a coward. “Coward. Emily Carter is our common enemy. Only when she’s gone can I bring you back.”

“Emily Carter,” Ryan muttered, a dark look on his face. “What’s your next move?”

Sophia smiled. “Fine. This time I’ll make her suffer properly.”

The next day, office gossip was still in full swing. “About CEO Thompson’s divorce from his wife, what’s your take?”

“Not my business,” Emily replied, trying to focus on her work.

“Aren’t you into Mr. Thompson?” a colleague pressed. “If you like Mr. Thompson, go chase him! Stop harassing me all day.”

“If you don’t like Mr. Thompson, why keep clinging to him?” another taunted.

“I want to join the design department!” Emily burst out, frustrated. “You keep blocking me! Besides, I’m already married!”

The office went silent. “You’re married? When did this happen?!”

“It’s on my resume,” Emily said, exasperated. “So, can you please stop targeting me?”

Sophia, who had been listening, mused aloud, “Michael Thompson would never go for a married woman. I should focus on finding that mysterious lady first.” She then turned to Emily, a sly smile on her face. “Fine. By the way, you go to Redwood International to pick up Mr. Wilson.”

Redwood International? Mr. Wilson? Emily thought, puzzled.

Sophia continued, “Mr. Wilson is a key client. Treat him with care. Got it?”

“I’ll go,” Emily said, leaving immediately.

Sophia watched her go. “She’s already gone. Get ready.” She then made a call. “That’s Emily Carter. It’s her. Perfect. Leaving post during work hours. Let’s see where she’s really going.”

Emily arrived at Redwood International, a luxury hotel and convention center in Miami Beach. She found the room Sophia had indicated. “Mr. Wilson, are you awake? I’m here to pick you up.” She knocked gently.

A grunt came from inside. She tried the handle, but it was locked. “Mr. Wilson, stay back! Open the door!” she called, hearing some muffled sounds. She tried the front desk. “Get the key card at the front desk. Yes, Mr. Thompson.”

Just then, Michael Thompson appeared in the hallway, looking furious. “Emily Carter! I know you’re in there! Help!” His voice was sharp.

Emily was startled. “What’s Mr. Thompson doing here?”

Michael burst into the room, his eyes scanning Emily, who was looking flushed and disoriented. “Emily Carter, look at yourself! What kind of state is this?” He inhaled sharply. “What’s wrong with you? You smell amazing.”

Emily felt a strange heat building inside her. “Emily Carter, you… it’s so hot!”

“Emily Carter, calm down!” Michael commanded, pulling her away from the bed. “Set the AC to 60 degrees Fahrenheit!” he barked at a hotel employee who had followed him in.

“Mr. Thompson, this…” the employee stammered.

“She was probably drugged,” Michael stated, his expression grim. “I’ll take her to the hospital. Find out who was in that room!”

“Yes, Mr. Thompson,” Alex Johnson replied, who had also arrived.

Later, in a private room at a top-tier hospital in South Beach, Emily slowly opened her eyes. “You’re awake,” Michael said, sitting beside her.

“Why am I in a hospital?” Emily mumbled, her head still foggy.

“If I hadn’t brought you here, you’d have torn me apart,” Michael replied, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “Never thought you’d be so wild behind that innocent face.”

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, a blush creeping up her neck. You smell nice. Her mind reeled. What have I done? I actually forced a kiss on my boss!

Michael continued, oblivious to her internal panic. “Yesterday you swore to win our bet, then sneaked out during work to hook up with someone.”

“No!” Emily protested. “I went to pick up Mr. Wilson… Oh no, Mr. Wilson!”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Wilson? I don’t recall any client named Mr. Wilson in our records. Nice try making up stories.”

“I’m not lying!” Emily insisted. “Then why was there a creep in the room?”

“I must have gone to the wrong room,” she realized, her memory slowly returning. “Who told you to meet Mr. Wilson?”

“Sophia.”

Michael immediately turned to Alex. “Alex Johnson, bring Sophia to the hospital.”

Sophia, who had been listening from outside the room, gasped. “What?! You incompetent idiot!” she muttered, realizing her plan had backfired. She quickly composed herself as Alex approached. “This wasn’t my fault, Miss. And Mr. Thompson wants to see you at the hospital.”

Back in Emily’s hospital room, Michael was carefully applying a cream to her face. “Mr. Thompson, the hospital is too dry. Could you pass me that?”

“Your hands are dirty,” Michael said, gently taking her hand. “Let me do it. Come here. Let me see your face.” He paused, looking at her intently. “You seem to really like this.” He was referring to the company’s new skincare product.

“Our company’s products are just that good,” Emily said, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. “Don’t think a few compliments will get you a permanent position.”

“Cheapskate,” Michael mumbled, a slight smirk on his face.

Just then, Sophia and Alex entered. “Mr. Thompson, I’ve brought them.”

Sophia, feigning innocence, asked, “Mr. Thompson, you wanted to see me?”

“Did you send Emily Carter to Redwood International Room 206?” Michael’s voice was devoid of emotion.

“Huh? I think that did happen,” Sophia stammered, trying to recall. “How come I haven’t heard that there’s a client named Mr. Wilson in our company?”

Michael’s eyes narrowed further. “Mr. Lee? I thought I told her to pick up Mr. Wilson. Oh no!” Sophia exclaimed, realizing her mistake. “Am I getting fired again?!”

“Really?” Michael pressed. “Then why wasn’t Mr. Wilson in the room? There was a pervert inside.” He looked at Alex. “About what I asked you to check…”

“Mr. Thompson, the front desk records show the name as Ryan Patel,” Alex reported.

“Ryan Patel?!” Michael exclaimed, his voice rising. “That can’t be right! I’ll call Mr. Wilson immediately!” He pulled out his phone. “What?! You already left?!” He looked at Sophia, his face thunderous. “Sir, I didn’t know Mr. Wilson had already left. So the person Emily Carter went to meet was actually that Ryan Patel, that bastard.” He paused, then waved his hand dismissively at Sophia. “You can go.”

Sophia, shaken, quickly left.

Suddenly, Emily heard a familiar voice. “Emmy!” Her Grandma, looking worried, rushed into the room.

“Grandma! What are you doing here?!” Emily exclaimed. “Isn’t this the person from Emmy’s red book?” Michael muttered under his breath, recognizing the old man from the elevator.

“Grandma, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?” Emily asked, concerned.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. I came to refill my prescription,” Grandma replied, then her eyes landed on Michael. “Young man, you’re Emmy’s husband?”

Emily’s eyes widened. “Emily Carter, you told your family I’m your husband?” Michael asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It’s not me!” Emily protested. “Grandma, there’s a misunderstanding!”

“Misunderstanding for what? Your marriage certificate?” Grandma looked confused. “He’s my boss, not my husband.”

“Boss?” Grandma blinked. “Must be my old memory failing. Grandma’s getting old. Made a mistake.”

Michael, still amused, took Emily aside. “Emily Carter, come here for a second.”

“Boss,” Emily said, trying to maintain a professional demeanor.

“Let me make this clear,” Michael said, his voice dropping. “I don’t like you. Nor will I ever. And office romances are off limits. Whatever lies you’ve been spreading, you need to clarify this mess. Otherwise, you’ll only embarrass yourself.”

Emily scoffed. “Who’d even like you? Crazy.” She rolled her eyes. “This is absurd. Let’s go change and head home, Grandma.”

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

The next day at the office, a co-worker gossiped, “Newbie, do you know why President Thompson sent Ryan Patel to Denver for President Wilson?”

Another chimed in, “Ryan Patel was already fired, wasn’t he? He’s being specially assigned. From now on, he won’t be that dignified manager anymore. He’ll be stuck dealing with President Wilson.”

“President Wilson? Is he difficult to deal with?” Emily asked.

“You’re new here. President Wilson loves extreme sports,” the co-worker explained. “Every year, the company picks brave staff from secretarial dept to handle him. That pervert, Ryan Patel, is such a coward. He’ll probably wet his pants daily now.”

Emily couldn’t help but smile. “Serves him right. He shouldn’t harass female colleagues.”

Michael’s voice cut through the air. “Bring coffee to my office.”

“Yes, sir,” Emily replied, heading to the breakroom.

“Come in,” Michael said when she knocked.

“Your coffee, President Thompson,” Emily announced, placing it on his desk. She noticed a notebook on his desk, its cover familiar. So she is this obsessed with me? Michael thought, looking at the notebook. “Where’s my notebook? Forget it. I’ll organize it digitally. I made myself perfectly clear yesterday. Why won’t she give up?”

Emily, still beside his desk, overheard his muttered thoughts. He’s got bad luck in love. Just reject them outright. Say you already have someone you like. If all else fails, say you’re into guys.

Michael looked up at Emily, a strange expression on his face. “Mr. Thompson, so it’s here with you. Actually, I already have someone special.”

As Michael looked at his notebook, he noticed the radiant smile on Emily’s face. Yes, it didn’t work. He sighed. “You… can you tone it down a bit? Stop being so obvious. Ah. Why is she still here?”

“Mr. Thompson,” Emily said, a blush creeping up her face. What’s happening to me? Why is my heart racing? I’m into guys. “Why is he telling me this? Am I his trusted confidant now? But Mr. Thompson is married. This must be why they divorced.” She felt a pang of sympathy. “Don’t worry, Mr. Thompson. I’ll take your secret to the grave.”

Michael looked at her, confused. “Mr. Thompson, wait, that’s not right. She’s the one who likes me. Why should I avoid her?”

He then called out, “Two people come with me to dine with Mr. Anderson from Hangtong. Sophia, you’re with me. You come too, Emily Carter.”

Emily, surprised, quickly grabbed her things. Sophia, however, glared. “Your coffee, Mr. Thompson. She just started working here. She can already go out to discuss matters with Mr. Thompson.” She scoffed. “Who knows if she’s using underhanded tactics to seduce Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson has a wife! Is she trying to be his mistress? Sophia’s still here. Emily Carter, you’ll pay for this.”

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. “Mr. Anderson, long time no see, Mr. Thompson. Please, come in.”

Emily, seeing the menu, quickly said, “Excuse me, may I have a menu? That’s all, thank you.” She ordered quickly.

Sophia, overhearing, immediately leaned over to the waiter. “What did she just order? Replace longjing shrimp with spiced peanuts. Swap mu tie for beer.” She gave the waiter a knowing look. “Understood?”

“Mr. Anderson is allergic to peanuts,” Sophia whispered, a triumphant smirk on her face. “Emily Carter, let’s see how you handle this.”

When the food arrived, Mr. Anderson looked at the spiced peanuts with alarm. “Why did you order beer? I requested bijiu,” he said, looking at Sophia.

“I’ll fix this immediately,” Sophia stammered, realizing she’d messed up her own plan.

Mr. Anderson turned to Michael, his face tightening. “Mr. Thompson, what’s the meaning of this? You knew about my peanut allergy, yet ordered so many peanuts? Emily Carter, explain this menu choice. Aren’t you aware of Mr. Anderson’s allergy? Seems Thompson Enterprises isn’t serious about partnership. We might as well call off the contract.”

Michael, his expression unreadable, spoke calmly. “Mr. Anderson, she’s an intern. New hire, still learning the ropes. I’ll have these dishes removed at once.” He looked at the waiter. “Is that acceptable? Our apologies. Wrong dishes were served.”

“What’s going on here?” Emily asked, genuinely confused.

“Remove them immediately,” Michael ordered the waiter.

The waiter, flustered, brought out new dishes. “All dishes are served. Please enjoy your meal.”

Mr. Anderson, still looking annoyed, said, “Mr. Anderson, let’s conclude for today. We’ll discuss the contract another time.”

Just then, Michael’s phone rang. “Hi, honey! About the anniversary gift… Oh, I’ll come home early.” He smiled into the phone.

Mr. Anderson’s face suddenly softened. “Mr. Thompson, my wife’s gift? Was that your arrangement? She absolutely adored it! Could I take some extra for her?”

Michael smiled. “Mr. Anderson, I’m aware of your deep bond with Mrs. Anderson. That’s why I took the liberty to gift her a set.” He gestured to a beautifully wrapped package. “You’re welcome to take this set home.”

Mr. Anderson beamed. “Since my wife has such faith in your company, I’m willing to collaborate! Glad you approve.” He raised his glass. “Mr. Anderson, a toast to you! Here’s to you, Mr. Anderson! To our successful collaboration!”

“Mr. Thompson, I’ll head out first,” Emily said, discreetly making her exit. “Pleasure working with you.”

“Pleasure working with you,” Michael replied, shaking Mr. Anderson’s hand.

“Mr. Anderson, drive safely,” Sophia added, trying to regain some favor.

Michael turned to Sophia, his eyes cold. “Sophia, what’s wrong with you today? Exposing company flaws in front of clients?”

“No, Mr. Thompson! I was just in a hurry!” Sophia stammered.

“Enough excuses. Get back to work,” Michael commanded. “Submit a 1,000-word report to Alex Johnson.”

“Understood,” Sophia mumbled, defeated.

Michael then turned to Emily, a small smile on his face. “How did you do it?”

Emily leaned in conspiratorially. “Come closer and I’ll tell you.” She paused for dramatic effect. “Not telling.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Emily Carter, are you asking for trouble?”

“You dummy,” Emily teased. “There’s a courier.”

Later, in Michael’s black Cadillac Escalade, Emily was clearly feeling the effects of the celebratory drinks. “Can’t hold your liquor but drank so much?” Michael muttered, looking at her. “Mr. Thompson, returning to the villa?” Alex asked from the driver’s seat.

“Not yet,” Michael replied. “Take her home first. Got it?”

“Got it,” Alex confirmed.

“Emily Carter, wake up,” Michael said, trying to rouse her. “Where do you live? Where do you live?”

Suddenly, Alex slammed on the brakes. “Sorry, Mr. Thompson, there’s a stray cat!”

Emily’s phone, which had been buzzing, slipped from her hand. Alex picked it up. “Hello? Emmy, why aren’t you back yet?” It was Grandma.

“Grandma, I’m Emily Carter’s boss. She’s had too much to drink. Could you give me your address? I’ll take her home.”

“What’s wrong with Emmy?!” Grandma’s voice was filled with worry. “Grandma, please show us the way!” Michael urged.

“Go! Go straight ahead!” Grandma instructed, relieved.

As they approached Emily’s 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.

Grandma met them at the door. “Young man, here, wipe your sweat. Thanks for your hard work.” She offered Michael a napkin.

“Grandma,” Michael said carefully, “Emily Carter got married?”

“Yes, she said it was a whirlwind marriage,” Grandma replied, a slight frown on her face. “That husband of hers, after they got married, he hasn’t come back all year. Look at this one.” She pointed to the framed picture. “This man right here.” She squinted. “Why can’t I see the face clearly?”

Michael’s eyes widened. The man in the picture was him. “It’s me. Used it to prop up the table leg,” he blurted out, a bit flustered.

“I’ll head back first,” he said quickly, making his escape. You’re married, yet you flirt with me? he thought, confusion swirling in his mind. “Take care.”

The next morning, at Thompson Enterprises, Sophia smirked at Emily. “Morning, Mr. Thompson! Got the cold shoulder, huh? Some think they’re irresistibly charming. Pathetic.”

Another colleague chimed in, “Emily Carter, Mr. Thompson is a married man. Have some self-respect.”

“You’ve all misunderstood,” Emily insisted, her face flushing. “There’s nothing between us.”

“Seems he treats you specially,” Sophia noted, unconvinced.

“I swear! Our relationship is purely professional! Nothing could ever happen!” Emily was desperate for them to believe her. “Besides, Mr. Thompson prefers men.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow. “At least you know your place.”

Michael, walking past, overheard the tail end of the conversation. He stopped at Emily’s desk. “Mr. Thompson. Here’s Director Anderson’s file. You’ll handle the collaboration in three days.” He looked directly at her. “Close this deal and you’ll get a permanent position.”

“Consider it done,” Emily replied, a determined smile on her face.

Michael then caught her eye. “Stop laughing.”

Emily blinked. “Huh? You’re married already. Why smile at me?”

“Are those related?” Michael asked, a hint of a smile on his own face.

“Absolutely,” Emily declared. “Fine, I’ll stop.”

“I’ll make you coffee,” she offered.

“Don’t bother,” Michael said, turning away. “Sophia, you’ll handle my coffee from now on.”

“Yes, sir,” Sophia replied, a triumphant smirk returning to her face.

Later, Sophia delivered the coffee. “Your coffee’s ready, Mr. Thompson.” She then turned to Alex. “Mr. Thompson, I… I have a document here that needs Mr. Thompson’s signature.”

Alex, looking at her oddly, replied, “Mr. Thompson is intoxicated, resting at Champs Hotel.”

Sophia’s eyes gleamed. “Understood. Emily Carter is already on her way.” She made a quick call. “I’ll take Mr. Thompson’s 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’s divorce proceedings will accelerate. Emily will be branded a homewrecker and lose Mr. Thompson’s favor. Emily Carter… Oh, Emily Carter. You just wait to be caught having an affair by his wife.”

Emily arrived at the luxurious Champs Hotel in Beverly Hills, feeling a strange sense of unease. Why is it so hot? What’s going on?

Alex, waiting in the hallway, said, “Assistant Emily, Mr. Thompson’s inside. Open the door.”

Emily pushed open the door to find Michael sprawled on the bed, his face flushed. “Mr. Thompson! Emily Carter, what’s wrong?! You’re burning up! Do you have a fever? Let me take you to the hospital!”

Meanwhile, Sophia was on the phone, her voice filled with anticipation. “What? You said Madam Thompson didn’t go? Then Michael Thompson and Emily Carter must have…”

The next morning, Emily woke up with a gasp. “Ah! I actually slept with President Thompson!” She covered her face with her hands. “Does this count as cheating?” She remembered Michael’s condition. “President Thompson’s condition yesterday… He seemed drugged.” She paused. “Wait. A woman texted me last night. But room 506 was President Thompson’s. Is President Thompson my secret husband?” She decided. “A simple phone call will confirm it.”

She dialed her «husband’s» number. A woman’s voice answered. “Hello? Hello? This is my husband’s phone. Why do you have it?”

Emily, shocked, stammered, “Because your husband’s in my bed!”

The woman on the other end chuckled. “Mrs. Thompson won’t tolerate this. She’ll definitely speed up the divorce process with Mr. Thompson.”

Emily hung up, a wave of relief washing over her. “Thank goodness. It seems Mr. Thompson and my secret husband aren’t the same person.” She sighed. “What a relief. I’ve been bad-mouthing Mr. Thompson to my secret husband. If they were the same, I’d rather die than face that.”

Suddenly, Michael stirred beside her. “Sleeping again? That’s all you do?”

Emily shrieked, pulling the sheets up to her chin. “Excuse me! Why is my phone here?”

“Mr. Thompson, where were you yesterday? Your phone was off,” Alex Johnson said, bursting into the room.

“I was drugged,” Michael stated, his voice tight. “Find out who did this.”

“On it right away,” Alex replied.

“By the way, where’s Emily Carter?” Michael asked, looking around the room as if just realizing she was there.

“She wasn’t at the office today. She claimed to be unwell and took sick leave.”

“Unwell, you say?” Michael looked at Emily, a knowing glint in his eyes. He started to get out of bed.

“Mr. Thompson, where are you going?” Alex asked, trying to block him.

Michael ignored him. “I’ve been thinking, you should know something.”

Emily, trying to process everything, said, “A woman called me yesterday, claiming you’re cheating.”

“Can’t talk now,” Michael said, brushing past her. “Someone’s at my door.”

It was Grandma. “You’re the boss who sent Emmy to her home last time, right?”

“That’s me,” Michael replied. “Heard she’s not feeling well. Came to check on her.”

Emily, surprised, came to the door. “Who is it? What brings the big boss here?”

“This kid,” Grandma said, pulling Michael inside. “Please come in first. Sure, Grandma.”

“Here, have some fruits,” Grandma offered.

“Thanks, Grandma,” Michael said, taking a bite.

“How old are you? Are you married?” Grandma asked, ever the matchmaker.

“I’m 26 years old. Already married,” Michael replied.

Grandma looked disappointed. “Married? But you two look perfect for each other! Too bad you’re married.”

“Grandma, I was–” Emily started.

Michael, seeing his chance, interjected, “To be honest, I’m getting divorced.”

“Divorce?!” Grandma’s eyes lit up. “Divorce is good! Emmy’s husband hasn’t come back once in their whole marriage. He’s clearly no good. I’ll make sure Emmy divorces him. You and Emmy would be great together!”

So Emily Carter’s husband treats her badly? Michael thought, a strange possessiveness stirring within him. Then I should take responsibility.

“Grandma?” Emily said, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Enough about that,” Grandma waved her hand. “You two talk.”

Once Grandma left, Emily turned to Michael. “Why are you here?”

“Heard you weren’t feeling well,” Michael said, his gaze intense. “Is this about yesterday?” He reached out to touch her arm.

“Stop!” Emily recoiled. “What happened was just an accident! I know you were drugged. Let’s pretend nothing happened, okay?”

“I’ll take responsibility,” Michael said, stepping closer.

“What can you do to take responsibility for me?” Emily challenged, her voice a mix of anger and hurt. “Through divorce? I’ll get divorced.”

“No need,” Emily said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. “I’m fine. Just leave.”

“You’re not well,” Michael insisted. “I’ll stay to take care of you.”

Emily grabbed her phone. “I need to call my husband.” She looked at Michael. “Want to listen?”

“Oh, really? Perfect. I’ve never met him. Go ahead. I’ll stay quiet.” Michael sat down, looking intrigued.

“Do you have some kind of fetish?” Emily muttered under her breath. “Besides, it’s not a video call anyway. You can’t even see his face.”

“It’s fine,” Michael replied, a hint of a smile on his face. “Just listening is okay.”

Emily sighed. “We’re about to discuss some… intimate matters. Still want to listen?”

Michael paused. Didn’t her grandmother say that her husband treated her badly? Are they actually loving after all? He hesitated, then stood up. “Don’t bother. Get some rest.” He turned to leave.

“Why so interested in my personal life?” Emily called after him. Could it be… he liked me?

Later, Michael called Emily’s «husband.» “Hey. You said someone used my phone to message you about cheating, but there’s no trace on my phone.”

“Probably deleted it,” her husband replied. “When 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.”

I get it now, Michael thought. “By the way, do you mind if I’m with someone else?” he asked, a strange curiosity in his voice.

“Of course not,” her husband replied. “Our marriage was a big deal. It was just for convenience. Besides, you should have your own life and relationships.”

“Does that bother you?” Michael pressed.

“Here’s the thing,” her husband continued. “I slept with someone yesterday too. Like you said, this is a marriage of convenience. I won’t interfere with your life or judge who you’re with.”

“Good,” Michael said, a relieved sigh escaping him. “Just being nosy, was that girl someone special?”

“Not sure,” her husband admitted, “but she’s really into me.”

“So we should finalize the divorce soon,” Michael suggested.

“Fine. Pick a date then,” her husband agreed. “Seven days from now, we’ll get divorced after we meet.”

In seven days, I’ll be single again, 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. He frowned. But she sent the wrong address with the same room number as Mr. Thompson.

The next day, Sophia, still fuming, called Emily. “Hello? Emily Carter! Mr. Anderson’s project. When will you follow up? Quit now if you can’t handle it. You’ll handle it first thing tomorrow. Mr. Thompson’s direct order. Understood.”

Meanwhile, Emily’s phone rang. It was the woman from the other day. “You claim to know who’s having an affair with my husband? I also know they’re meeting tomorrow. I’ll send you their meetup location. Go see for yourself. See it with your own eyes. How dare her seduce my husband?! I’ll tear her apart! Rip that hussy’s mouth off!”

Emily, still in the office, saw the message with the location. She quickly approached Sophia. “Where is she?”

Sophia looked surprised. “Didn’t you assign her to Mr. Anderson? I never said to go today. Is she avoiding me?” Emily handed her the phone. “Give me the address. I’m confronting her.”

Emily arrived at a bustling cafe in downtown Seattle, where Mr. Anderson was patiently waiting. “Mr. Anderson, I heard you’re a coffee connoisseur. What do you think of this blend?”

“Not bad,” Mr. Anderson replied, taking a sip. “About the project details, I’ve reviewed everything. Let’s sign the contract.”

“Okay,” Emily said, pushing the contract across the table. “Mr. Anderson, please review the contract. Any issues with the terms?”

Just then, the cafe door burst open and a furious woman stormed in – Mrs. Anderson. “How dare you seduce my man?!” she shrieked, pointing at Emily.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Emily protested. “We were discussing business!”

“Shut your trap!” Mrs. Anderson screamed. “Don’t think I don’t know your dirty little secret! I saw everything between you two!”

“Mrs. Anderson, this is a misunderstanding!” Emily tried to explain. “I work for Thompson Enterprises!”

“Still lying through your teeth?! I’ll teach you a lesson today!” Mrs. Anderson lunged at Emily. “Everyone, come see this homewrecker! This sly fox seduced my husband! Homewrecker, you love being the other woman! Put on a show for everyone!”

“I didn’t! Let go of me!” Emily struggled as Mrs. Anderson grabbed her arm.

Michael Thompson, who had been following Emily, suddenly appeared. “Enough! Who do you think you are? Mind your own business?!”

A bystander tried to intervene. “Trying to play the hero? Shut your mouth!”

Michael, his face a mask of controlled fury, looked at Mrs. Anderson. “Mr. Thompson, what brings you here? This minor project doesn’t require your personal attention.”

“What Mr. Thompson? I’m warning you! Don’t stop me from beating this homewrecker!” Mrs. Anderson screeched.

“Just shut up,” Michael said, his voice dangerously low. He turned to Mr. Anderson. “Are you trying to get me killed? Mr. Thompson, let’s sign the contract now.”

Mr. Anderson, looking terrified, quickly agreed. “We can sign immediately! There’s no problem, really!”

Michael looked at Mrs. Anderson, his eyes blazing. “You 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.”

“Mr. Thompson, over this nobody employee, surely you’re overreacting!” Mrs. Anderson pleaded, realizing the gravity of the situation. “We’ll compensate her if needed! Let’s not ruin our partnership!”

“Enjoy your bankruptcy,” Michael said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Mrs. Anderson scoffed. “Ridiculous! The Anderson family empire won’t collapse at your whim!”

“Wishful thinking?” Michael said, a chilling smile on his face. He turned to Emily, his voice softening. “I’m fine. Focus on the deal. You matter more than any deal. Emily Carter, your Thompson Enterprises’s employee. Never compromise your dignity. I’ve got your back.”

Suddenly, Mr. Anderson’s phone rang. “Hello? What?! Our funding chain is broken? Impossible!” He looked at Michael, his face pale. “Mr. Thompson, so you’re Mr. Thompson? Mr. Thompson, I was blind earlier. Please forgive me!” He then turned to his wife, furious. “Mr. Thompson! Why did you have to provoke them? This is your fault! You cheated!”

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. “Don’t move. Sorry, I messed up. Does this mean I won’t get full-time status?” Emily asked, her voice small.

“Who said that?” Michael asked, a slight smile on his face. “You passed the trial. You’re keeping me.”

“Is it because you want to take responsibility?” Emily teased, feeling a bit bolder.

“Moron. You’re overthinking it,” Michael replied, playfully nudging her. “You passed my test. But that doesn’t mean you’ll join the design department yet. To transfer there, you must pass their challenge.”

Emily’s face fell. “Sophia already dislikes me. Will she let me pass?”

“Like this,” Michael said, a plan forming in his mind. “I’ll arrange a test tomorrow. Pass it, and I’ll approve your transfer. Dare to accept? Well?”

The next morning, an all-company email went out. “Attention, 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.”

“Is this limited to the design department?” a voice asked during the company-wide announcement.

“This packaging design contest is open company-wide,” Alex Johnson announced. “Three-day deadline. The winner may make one request.”

“Wow, that’s generous!” a colleague exclaimed. “Can winners join the design department?”

“If you can win, certainly,” Michael’s voice boomed.

Sophia, seeing Emily’s determined expression, scoffed. “Emily Carter, do you even understand design? How dare you boast here? Shameless. Know your place.”

Emily met her gaze. “Save your concerns. Results will speak in three days.”

Later, Alex approached Sophia. “Sophia, I’ve checked. When Emily Carter was at school, she won numerous awards in design competitions. If she wins, our department loses face.”

Sophia smiled slyly. “I have a plan.”

That night, Emily was hunched over her desk, sketching furiously. “Done at last!” she exclaimed, stretching her tired muscles. “Just final tweaks tomorrow.”

Michael, who had been lingering in the office, watched her. “Pack up. Emily Carter, after I win this contest, I’ll have you expelled from Thompson Enterprises.” He was playfully mimicking Sophia.

Emily giggled. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson.” As they walked past a fountain, Emily looked at the water. Water. Ripples. I’ve got an idea.

“Mr. Thompson, you go ahead first,” she said. “I’ll revise the draft.”

“Come back! It’s late! Go home!” Michael insisted.

The next day, in the packed conference room, Sophia presented her design. “This 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.”

“Wow! This competition is pointless!” a colleague whispered. “Let’s declare Sister Sophia the winner!”

“Exactly!” another agreed.

“This is my design!” Sophia declared, looking triumphant. “Emily Carter, have some shame! I worked three days and nights on this masterpiece! Don’t 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!”

“I agree! Expel Emily Carter immediately!” the room buzzed with agreement.

“Enough!” Michael commanded. “Emily Carter, you claim this is your design? Where’s your proof?”

“My initial design used white for purity and simplicity, pure and minimalist,” Emily began.

“Stop parroting my words!” Sophia snapped.

“Like our products eliminating toxins, we use natural ingredients,” Emily continued, ignoring Sophia. “Choose natural ingredients. Sweet Talk won’t 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.” She revealed her design, a stunning, fluid bottle that truly evoked the essence of water.

The room fell silent, then a murmur of appreciation spread. “This does seem like Emily Carter has a better design!”

“Bullshit! Sophia’s design is clearly superior!” Sophia yelled, her face red.

“This woman! How dare you go behind my back and secretly make a second version?!”

“Who’s better?” Emily asked, looking around the room. “I trust everyone can judge for themselves.”

Michael, a pleased smile on his face, announced, “Emily Carter, you’re now full-time. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be the new designer in our department.”

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson!” Emily beamed.

“Meeting adjourned,” Michael said, then added, “Everyone, I have an announcement to make. Based on Sophia and Emily Carter’s 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’s give them a round of applause!”

Sophia stood, stunned. “She actually won!”

“What’s there to be proud of?” Sophia scoffed, regaining her composure. “She 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’re nothing special!”

Emily, calmly, pulled out her phone. “I recorded everything you said. Mr. Thompson hates gossipers. If he sees this, you’ll all be fired.” She looked at Sophia. “Sophia, look at her. Apologize now and I’ll let this slide.” She started a countdown. “Three, two…”

Sophia, seeing the panic in the faces of her gossiping colleagues, swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“You too,” Emily said, looking at the others.

“Sorry,” they muttered.

“What? Speak louder!” Emily demanded.

“I’m sorry!” they all chorused.

“That’s better,” Emily said, putting her phone away.

Michael, observing the scene, then announced, “I’m going to Seattle on business tomorrow. Emily Carter, prepare to accompany me.”

Sophia’s eyes widened. “Mr. Thompson always took Sophia on business trips before! Why take Emily Carter now?!” She stopped Emily in the hallway. “What did you do to make him choose you? Why you instead of me?!”

“Because I’m better than you,” Emily replied, a confident smirk on her face.

“Lies! You slept with Mr. Thompson!” Sophia accused.

“How did you know?” Emily shot back, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “You gave me Mr. Thompson’s location that day! You spiked Mr. Thompson’s drink!”

Sophia’s face went pale. “What nonsense are you talking?! I have acquaintance there! She witnessed it firsthand!”

“What acquaintance?” Emily pressed. “The waiter who locked me in the room?!”

“What waiter?!” Sophia stammered, clearly flustered. “I have no idea what you’re saying! Stop framing me!”

Michael, walking by, overheard the commotion. Emily quickly changed the subject. “Mr. Thompson, the documents for going to Seattle are all prepared.”

“Hmm,” Michael replied, then turned to Alex. “Did you find who drugged you last time?”

“We identified one suspect, but there’s likely… someone behind him,” Alex reported.

Could it be Sophia? Emily thought. She sent me the hotel location. Moreover, she seems aware of what happened.

“Mr. Thompson, your coffee is ready,” Sophia said, appearing with a cup.

Michael took the coffee. “I’ll investigate this matter. Go pack your things first, Emily Carter.”

“Understood,” Emily replied, walking away.

Later, as Emily was leaving the office, a man leered at her. “Hey, gorgeous. Let me show you something special.”

“Pervert!” Emily exclaimed, pushing him away. She quickly called Michael. “There’s a pervert near you! Be careful!”

“I’m coming now!” Michael said, his voice urgent.

The man grabbed Emily. “Sweetheart! Stop her! Don’t let her escape!”

Michael arrived, furious. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

The pervert, seeing Michael’s intimidating presence, immediately backed down. “Do you like her? If you like her, she’s yours to keep. Do whatever you want with her.”

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” Emily cried, seeing Michael about to lash out.

“Watch out!” Michael pushed her out of the way as the pervert’s accomplice tried to attack.

“Let’s go!” Michael said, grabbing Emily and pulling her away.

The pervert and his accomplice looked at each other. “You just let them escape? We agreed to make money together!”

A new voice, cold and menacing, cut through the air. “I warned you not to touch Michael Thompson. Next time, I’ll end you.”

Back in Michael’s car, he was tending to Emily’s scraped arm. “Does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you.” He gently blew on her arm. “One last time.”

Emily felt a strange flutter in her chest. “I feel much better now. Okay, that’s enough. Uh, thanks for yesterday.”

“You’re my employee,” Michael said, avoiding her gaze. “It’s my duty to protect you.”

“Just an employee?” Emily mumbled, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Suddenly, Sophia burst into the car. “Mr. Thompson! Emily Carter told me you were attacked! Are you okay?!”

Michael sighed. “If something had happened to me, could I still be standing in front of you?”

“I said you needed bodyguards! You refused!” Sophia huffed. “So eager for alone time with Emily Carter? Having your private moment?”

“Alone time? What nonsense!” Michael snapped.

“Don’t you have feelings for Emily Carter?” Sophia pressed. “You like me!”

Emily, exasperated, interjected, “What do you mean I like you? You were the one who liked me first!”

“When did I ever like you?!” Michael retorted.

“Then why did you tell your grandma that I’m your husband? You even wrote down all my preferences in your little notebook!” Emily countered, pulling out her small notebook. “If this isn’t love, what is?!”

“My grandma misunderstood!” Michael insisted, his face reddening. “Besides, that notebook contains work-related notes only! I note down details for you, Director Anderson, Taylor, and Lee too!”

“Moreover, aren’t you into men?” Emily teased, remembering his earlier declaration.

“That was just an excuse to reject you!” Michael exclaimed.

“Who needs your rejection? Narcissist!” Emily scoffed. “Dare to say you don’t like me?”

“Think whatever you want,” Michael grumbled. “You clearly like me but won’t admit it.”

Alex Johnson, arriving on the scene, shook his head. “Director Thompson, do you like her?”

Michael, caught off guard, stammered, “I… Of course not! I prefer gentle and caring types, not someone who’s loud and chatty all day!”

Alex smirked. “Director Thompson, the reason she likes you is you fell for her first. Therefore, you’re obviously the one crushing on Emily Carter.”

Michael’s eyes widened. “Are you saying… I’m… secretly pining for Emily Carter?! If you dare spill this, you’re dead!”

Just then, Grandma arrived, carrying a basket. “I brought food for both of you! Have some first.” She looked at Emily’s wrist. “Isn’t this the gift Director Thompson asked me to prepare for his wife that day?”

Sophia, seeing the bracelet, snickered. “Is there a problem? My husband gave me this.”

Grandma looked at Sophia’s bracelet with disdain. “Seems your husband isn’t that great. This bracelet looks cheap.”

Emily, seeing Michael’s uncomfortable expression, quickly interjected, “Mr. Thompson, this bracelet is expensive! When you asked me to choose a gift from Adam, this bracelet was an option. Mr. Thompson, you don’t even remember what you gave your wife?”

Michael groaned. “Mm-mm. All men are the same.”

Alex, ever the loyal assistant, tried to steer the conversation. “Hey, what’s wrong with Mr. Thompson?”

“You know exactly why!” Sophia hissed at him. “You know I like Emily Carter, yet you mention gifts from Adam! You’re more trouble than help!”

“But your marriage is a sham, and you’re divorcing soon,” Alex whispered to Sophia.

“But she doesn’t know that!” Sophia retorted. “Should I explain it to her?”

“Stay out of it,” Michael commanded. “I’ll 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.”

“Understood,” Alex replied, then paused.

“Wait,” Michael said, looking at Alex’s choice of glasses. “Never mind. With those ugly glasses, your taste is clearly terrible. I’ll choose it myself.”

The next day at the office, Emily found a beautifully wrapped gift on her desk. “What’s going on here?” she wondered.

Sophia, seeing the gift, approached. “Cut the act! Don’t play dumb! This birthday gift is from Mr. Thompson! She’s just showing off! Some people stole Sophia’s position through shady means, even schemed, to get such expensive gifts from Mr. Thompson! Mr. Thompson’s divorcing his wife must be her doing too!”

Emily, exasperated, grabbed the gift. “Michael Thompson, you’re setting me up! You’re so good at gossip, why not spread it to Mr. Thompson? Let me state again, these are Mr. Thompson’s gifts for his wife, nothing to do with me!”

A colleague scoffed. “Mr. Thompson’s divorcing his wife! Why would he buy her all these gifts?!”

“Exactly!” another agreed. “She’s making excuses out of guilt! Mr. Thompson’s divorcing his wife for her! Soon she’ll be the future Mrs. Thompson of Thompson Enterprises!”

Another colleague, looking at the gift, had a sudden realization. “I have a wild theory! Could it be that Emily Carter is Mr. Thompson’s secret wife?!”

“Impossible! Are you serious? Emily Carter? She’s unworthy!”

Sophia’s mind raced. She remembered Emily’s phone call. This is my husband’s phone. Why do you have it? Because your husband’s in my bed. The voice on the phone sounds just like Emily Carter’s. I sent Mrs. Thompson to catch Emily Carter, but she never showed. If Emily Carter is Mrs. Thompson, everything makes sense. Fine. I’ll test this again. Let me see if you’re really Mrs. Thompson.

Michael approached Emily’s desk. “Mr. Thompson, was the gift on my desk from you?” Emily asked.

“Well, isn’t it better than that tacky bracelet your husband gave you?” Michael teased. “Listen, these gifts were carefully chosen just for you.”

“I don’t want them,” Emily said, pushing them back towards him. “Take them back.”

“Why not? Don’t you like them?” Michael pressed. “If you don’t, I’ll get you new ones.”

“What are you trying to do?” Emily asked, a blush creeping up her face.

Michael leaned in close. “I said I like you. Don’t you feel anything for me? You smell amazing.”

“Stop it!” Emily pulled away. Do I like him? Maybe. But I won’t be the other woman breaking up a family.“You’re married, Mr. Thompson. And I have a husband. We’re not single and available. Let’s keep our distance. As for the gifts… Give them to your wife.”

Later, Michael called his «wife.» “She rejected your gifts? Yeah. Told me to pass them to you.”

His wife, a cold voice on the other end, said, “She’s obviously jealous. Did you tell her we’re fake married?”

“I don’t know how,” Michael admitted. “By the way, if you want those gifts, come to Thompson Enterprises.”

“No need,” his wife replied. “You’ve given me enough already. I can’t accept more. Besides, these are for her.”

Wait. Thompson Enterprises? Emily, who was actually his «wife,» thought, a strange suspicion forming in her mind. What a coincidence. She then received a call from Michael. “What are you sneaking around here for?” he asked, seeing her through his office window.

“Nothing much,” Emily replied, playing it cool.

“What are you up to?” Michael pressed.

“Hi! Just doing what you wanted. Chatting warmly with my wife.” He winked at her through the phone.

“What broken door? Cheapskate!” Emily muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, her phone went dead. “What’s wrong? What happened? Why did you hang up suddenly?” Michael asked from his office.

“It’s nothing,” Emily replied, retrieving her broken phone. “Got scolded by my stingy boss.”

“Seems like every time we talk, you end up mentioning him,” Michael said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “If you really hate him that much, come work at my company.”

Emily chuckled. “Actually, I don’t hate him that much.”

“So you like him?” Michael asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

“Well, maybe a little.”

Michael sighed. “Looks like we’ve both fallen for someone we shouldn’t.” He then turned to Alex. “President Thompson, the money tree. I’ve got something to handle. Gotta go.”

Alex, looking at the money tree, muttered, “President Thompson, the leaves on that expensive money tree you bought… Emily Carter is almost plucking all the leaves off.”

Emily, still at her desk, heard this. She smiled. Emily Carter. Looking forward to meeting you, Madam Thompson. I’ll find out soon. The mysterious wife of Mr. Thompson. Is it really you? Emily Carter.

Three days later, Michael called Emily. “Emily Carter! Didn’t we agree to divorce in seven days? There’s still three days left. Why the rush? You invited me to the cafe. Let’s just meet and talk face to face.”

“Hello? Hello,” Emily said, picking up the phone. She heard a knock at the door. “Was someone at the door earlier? There’s a lady on the phone outside.”

“Wasn’t it you who arranged this?” Michael asked, confused. “Then who…”

Emily looked out the door. It was the woman from the hotel. Oh. That mistress from last time.

Michael’s voice came back. “In three days, we’ll meet at number six Xingyang Road. First accompany me to see Grandpa. After explaining the situation to him, we’ll go to the County Clerk’s Office to divorce.”

“Fine. See you in three days,” Emily replied, hanging up. I’m still curious about what his mistress looks like. Should we go take a look?

She shuddered. “No way. Last time I was mistaken for a homewrecker. They beat me up pretty bad. Maybe next time.” She still managed to get away.

In three days, I’ll be single again, Emily thought, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her.

Later that day, Grandma called. “Emmy! What is it, Grandma?”

“That boss who brought you home last time,” Grandma said excitedly. “He seems to be downstairs now. Maybe he needs something from you.”

“Mr. Thompson is downstairs?!” Emily exclaimed, rushing to the window. “Grandma, please go back inside! I’ll go check on him.” She hurried downstairs.

“What are you doing here?” Emily asked Michael. “How did you know I was here? Obviously, my grandma saw you from upstairs.”

“What do you really want from me, Emily Carter?” Michael asked, his voice soft but intense. “I love you. I know you feel the same. Why can’t we be together?”

“We’re both married already!” Emily protested, her heart pounding. “I won’t become a homewrecker who destroys families.”

“You’re not breaking up my family,” Michael said, stepping closer. “My 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’t even remember her face.”

“A sham marriage?!” Emily gasped. “That’s exactly my situation! Give me three days, okay? I’ll finalize the divorce with her.”

“Wait, hold on!” Emily said, her head spinning. “This is too much to process. My husband and I are in a sham marriage, too.” She looked at him, a sudden thought striking her. “Did you used to be called Olivia Bennett? Did you change your name before?”

“I never changed my name. I’ve always been Emily Carter,” she replied.

Michael smiled. “At least now I know. We’re both in fake marriages. After we both get divorced, let’s be together.”

Suddenly, Alex Johnson ran up to them, looking frantic. “Hell must be freezing over! What is it?” Michael demanded.

“Mr. Thompson, you asked me to investigate the drugging incident. It was indeed Sophia’s doing!” Alex blurted out.

“Bring her to my office! Understood?” Michael commanded, his face hardening.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Thompson?” Sophia asked, feigning innocence, when she arrived in Michael’s office.

“You’re the one who drugged me, aren’t you?” Michael’s voice was cold.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!” Sophia insisted. “Did that Emily Carter poison your mind against me?!”

“I called you here not to listen to your excuses,” Michael said, his voice cutting her off. “I overheard everything. You’re fired. Pack your things and leave immediately.”

Sophia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Mr. Thompson, I’ve served you for so many years! Don’t I deserve some credit?! Now you want to drive me away because of Emily Carter?!”

“Not pressing charges is me being generous,” Michael replied, his voice chillingly calm. “Or would you prefer legal consequences? Oh, and find me a lawyer tomorrow. Have them draft divorce papers. I’ll be officially divorced in two days.”

Sophia, defeated, left the office. Alex, who had been listening, asked, “Mr. Thompson, are you planning to be with Emily Carter after divorcing?”

Michael smiled. “We both entered sham marriages. We agreed that after ending these marriages, we’d officially be together.”

Alex, still reeling from the revelation, thought, Mr. Thompson and his wife have a fake marriage. No wonder she’s so indifferent toward him. This won’t do. I must stop Mr. Thompson from being with Emily Carter.

Sophia, packing her things, saw Alex. “What are you doing here?”

“Alex Johnson, please beg Mr. Thompson for me!” she pleaded. “I was just confused for a moment!”

“I can’t help you with this,” Alex said, his voice firm. “You should pack your things quickly and leave the company.”

Sophia scoffed. “What’s there to be proud of? Once I’m with Mr. Thompson, you’ll be the first to go.” She then saw something on Alex’s desk. “What are you looking for? Can’t I just pick up a pen?” She picked up a document. “Marriage certificate? It can’t be. No. It’s Mr. Thompson’s marriage certificate!”

“This is my personal item,” Alex said, trying to snatch it back.

“I don’t believe you! Show me!” Sophia demanded.

“Why should I show you? This is my private property!” Alex retorted.

Sophia, now with the certificate, thought, Seems Mr. Thompson and Emily Carter don’t 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.

Suddenly, Emily walked in. Something’s fishy. She claimed to look for a pen but found a marriage certificate instead. “You won’t show me? I’ll see it anyway!” she declared, grabbing the certificate from Sophia.

“What are you doing?!” Sophia shrieked. “You scared me!”

Emily looked at the certificate. “This is the certificate Sophia just found. She says it’s hers. But I suspect it might actually be yours. Let’s check and find out.”

Sophia, panicked, snatched it back. “Makes sense! Emily Carter, what are you doing?! Why is this empty?!”

“Emily Carter, how dare you go through my stuff?!” Sophia exclaimed, trying to feign outrage. “This is utterly disrespectful!”

“I thought this was Mr. Thompson’s marriage certificate,” Emily said, genuinely confused. “Why is it blank?”

“This is my friend’s discarded marriage certificate!” Sophia lied. “Of course it’s blank! I’m apologies. I misunderstood you.” She looked at Emily, a smug look returning to her face. “You’re no match for me, Emily Carter. Michael Thompson belongs to me alone. I’ll never let you be together.” When they finalize their divorce, they’ll have to meet in person. The truth will come out then.

Meanwhile, a private investigator, Miss Rodriguez, was reporting to Sophia’s co-conspirator, Nicole. “Miss Rodriguez, I discovered Mr. Thompson arranged a sham marriage with someone named Olivia Bennett. But somehow they never officially registered it. Here’s Olivia Bennett’s photo.” She handed Nicole a picture.

“Miss Rodriguez, is this information satisfactory?” Nicole asked.

“Very satisfactory. Thank you, Miss Rodriguez.”

“Call me again for future jobs.”

Nicole looked at the photo of Olivia Bennett. “Olivia Bennett. So you’re the one looking for me? Let me make this clear up front. I don’t take jobs under $100K.”

Sophia handed her a black card. “This card has a million in it. Do me a favor. Emmy.”

The next morning, Grandma looked at Emily. “Emmy, you dressed up so fancy! Got a hot date?”

“Not a date, Grandma. It’s a divorce,” Emily said, trying to sound brave.

“Fine, Grandma. Divorce is good! After you split up, snatch that boss of yours back! Grandma’s quite fond of him.”

Emily smiled weakly. “I’ll do my best. Don’t wait dinner for me.”

“Be safe out there,” Grandma called after her.

At the County Clerk’s Office, Emily was waiting when a woman approached Michael. “Emily Carter! Emily Carter! Husband!” she exclaimed.

Michael, confused, looked at her. “Who are you?”

“I’m Olivia Bennett, your wife!” she declared. “Weren’t we supposed to meet here today?”

Emily’s eyes widened. She’s Mrs. Thompson? The CEO’s wife?

Michael looked at Olivia, then at the photo Alex had given him. “You’re nothing like I imagined.”

Olivia, undeterred, said, “Maybe I had some minor cosmetic work.” She then turned to Emily, a sneer on her face. “So you’re the mistress! Waiting to steal my husband once we divorce? Shameless homewrecker!”

“Olivia Bennett!” Michael said, his voice sharp. “Watch your language! Our marriage is a sham! This is only our second meeting! I have no feelings for you!”

Emily, still stunned, stammered, “You’re mistaken. Mr. Thompson and I are merely superior and subordinate. I just happened to pass by today.”

“Then get the hell away from here!” Olivia shrieked. “You’re an eyesore! I have things to do. You two talk!”

Emily, utterly fed up, turned to leave. “Emily Carter! Don’t you dare!” Michael grabbed her arm. “Her behavior and the person in the phone don’t match at all. The person in our chats is nothing like you. Are you even Olivia Bennett?”

Olivia pulled out her ID. “This is my ID. People change. Women especially.” She snatched the divorce papers from Michael. “Let’s get this over with.”

Emily’s phone rang. It was her «husband.» “Why did you hang up? We agreed on 10 o’clock, right? Did something happen?”

Olivia, seeing Emily’s phone, lunged at her, knocking it to the ground and breaking it. “What’s wrong?! You broke my phone!” Emily cried.

“If the phone wasn’t broken, how’d you mistake my identity? It’s just a phone! You can afford a new one!” Olivia scoffed. “Let’s go. Eat first.”

Emily, furious, said, “I need to fix my phone first.”

“How long will repairs take?” Michael asked.

“About an hour,” the clerk replied. “I’ll bring it over once fixed.”

“Okay. I’ll be in the private room,” Michael said to Olivia.

“Understood,” Olivia replied, giving Emily a menacing look. You don’t want this phone repaired. You get what I mean?

Emily watched her go. Are you crazy?

Michael, waiting in the private room, grew impatient. Forget it. I’m done waiting. He pulled out the divorce papers. “Here’s the divorce papers I drafted. As of today, our one-year sham marriage is terminated.”

Olivia, who had just entered, snatched the papers. “I won’t leave!”

“Olivia Bennett, what exactly do you want?” Michael asked, exasperated.

“I don’t want a divorce!” Olivia declared.

“Didn’t we already agree on this? How can you go back on your word? Didn’t you say you had someone else too?”

“I lied to you!” Olivia retorted. “I only care about money. Aren’t you divorcing me just to be with Emily Carter? I refuse! If I divorce you, I’ll get nothing at all!”

“I’ll add 10 million in compensation,” Michael offered.

“Not enough! I want 100 million!” Olivia demanded.

“That’s impossible!” Michael exclaimed.

“You’re the prestigious Thompson Enterprises! Can’t afford 100 million? Yuko, before meeting you, I thought you were an intelligent woman. Never expected this greedy side of you.”

Olivia’s face fell. Yuko?

Michael’s voice hardened. “Let me make this clear. This divorce will happen whether you agree or not. If you keep causing trouble, you’ll get nothing.”

Just then, the door burst open. “What’s going on here? Grandpa!”

Grandpa, seeing Olivia, beamed. “Arguing? Not at all! You’re here, Grandpa! I’m Olivia Bennett, your grandson’s wife. Good, pretty, and graceful! That brat kept hiding you from me!”

Olivia, playing along, smiled sweetly. “Meeting you for the first time. You’re so distinguished. Now I know where Michael gets his looks. He takes after you!”

Grandpa chuckled. “Of course! I raised this boy since he was a child! Olivia, come here.” He pulled out a wad of cash. “This 3 million is my welcome gift for you! Take it!”

“Thank you, Grandpa!” Olivia beamed, taking the money.

“What are you doing, brat?!” Grandpa snapped at Michael. “This is for your wife!”

“Grandpa, she’s not your granddaughter-in-law!” Michael protested. “I’m divorcing her!”

“What?! You want a divorce?! No way! I disagree!” Grandpa exclaimed. “Why divorce when things are fine? She’s such a good granddaughter-in-law!”

“Grandpa, we never really had any real connection!” Michael insisted. “We only got married to appease you!”

“I won’t allow this divorce!” Grandpa declared. “Feelings can grow with time! Trust me! I won’t let you divorce!”

“Grandpa, she’s just a gold digger!” Michael tried to explain. “You don’t know what she demanded for the divorce. 100 million!”

“What?!” Grandpa looked at Olivia.

Olivia, panicked, said, “No, Grandpa, that’s not true! I just don’t want a divorce!”

“Liar!” Michael spat.

“Enough arguing!” Grandpa commanded. “I’ll settle this. No divorce between you two!” He then turned to Olivia, a twinkle in his eye. “Grandpa, I just brewed this tea. Smells wonderful! Try some.”

Olivia, seeing her opportunity, said, “Grandpa, I want to work at Thompson Enterprises! First, to bond with Michael. Second, I can learn the company operation. I could support Michael too!”

“That’s perfect!” Grandpa declared.

“I object!” Michael said.

“What’s your problem, punk?!” Grandpa retorted. “I’m the one who decides! Start at Thompson Enterprises tomorrow! Thank you, Grandpa!” Olivia beamed.

Just then, a waiter approached Michael. “Your phone’s fixed.” Michael took his phone.

Olivia’s face fell as she remembered. What’s wrong with it? I dropped it earlier. Oh no, how could I forget? Wasn’t she here? Is she an imposter?

Michael looked at Olivia, a thoughtful expression on his face. He remembered the phone call from yesterday, and how his «wife» had insisted her phone was stolen. He also remembered Olivia’s reaction to the name «Yuko.» Take care, Grandpa.

He turned to Olivia. “You’re not the person I should marry. Who are you, really?”

Olivia, regaining her composure, said, “I’m your wife! You saw my ID, didn’t you?”

“If you’re my spouse, who sent me this message?” Michael asked, showing her the text from Emily about the divorce.

“My phone was stolen on the way here!” Olivia insisted. “This is clearly a scam!”

“Really?” Michael challenged. “If you don’t believe me, call them yourself! You’re rich anyway! Scams won’t hurt you! Save my new number.”

“No need,” Michael said, his voice flat. “Other than divorce, I want no connection with you.”

Olivia, seeing Michael walk away, quickly called Sophia. “Hey, it’s done! Come over! He completely believes now that I’m his wife! I deleted Emily Carter’s number from his phone, but Emily Carter still has his contact info. That’s still a risk.”

“I’ll handle it,” Sophia said, a sinister smile on her face. “Her phone will disappear.”

“Good,” Olivia replied. “You want him, I want money. Pleasure doing business.”

“Likewise,” Sophia said, hanging up.

The next day at Thompson Enterprises, the office was once again buzzing. “I heard Mrs. Thompson is joining the company!”

“Seriously?! Aren’t they getting divorced? Our intel was wrong! The Thompsons’ marriage is rock solid!”

“Some scheming women spread rumors,” another colleague commented. “The wife and the mistress under one roof? How dramatic! Some people will get schooled by the real wife!”

“She promised to divorce her. Was that all lies?” Emily muttered, confused and hurt.

Just then, Olivia Bennett, looking elegant and poised, walked into the office. “Mrs. Thompson’s here! True CEO’s wife! Elegance, flawless beauty, and glowing skin! Right? Such regal presence! Miles above us commoners!” the sycophants gushed.

Olivia smiled, basking in the attention. “Enough with the flattery. You’re making me blush. Emily Carter.” She looked directly at Emily, her eyes cold. “Thanks for keeping my husband company. Now that I’m back, your services won’t be needed.”

“Well said!” Sophia exclaimed, stepping forward. “Some people. Dressing fancy doesn’t 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.”

The office erupted in laughter. “Ha ha ha! Finished? Touched a nerve?”

Another colleague added, “If by some miracle, you become Mrs. Thompson, we’re all doomed!”

“Her? If that gold digger wins, I’ll kneel and call her grandpa!”

Olivia, enjoying the spectacle, smiled. “Not very popular, are we? Perfect timing. I don’t tolerate snakes in my garden. Starting today, you’re demoted to market team support. No slacking. I said let go of me!” She grabbed Emily’s arm, pulling her towards the marketing department. “Work hard. No leaving until it’s done.”

Suddenly, Michael Thompson burst into the office. “Emily Carter! Get the car ready!”

“Right away, Mr. Thompson!” Alex replied, confused.

Michael picked Emily up in his arms. “Put me down!” Emily protested, surprised.

“No,” Michael said firmly. “Let me down!”

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“I said put me down! What’s wrong with you?!” Emily demanded.

“What’s wrong with me?!” Michael retorted. “Answer me! Did you get divorced?”

“There’s been a delay,” Emily admitted. “Just give me more time. I’ll divorce her as soon as possible.”

“Are you playing me?” Emily’s voice trembled. “The whole company now says I’m being the other woman! That I ruined your marriage!”

“Who said that? Tell me! They’ll regret spreading rumors!” Michael said, his eyes blazing.

“That doesn’t matter!” Emily cried. “Neither of us is divorced yet! Keep your distance from now on! No more contact!”

Michael looked at her, hurt. “You’re not divorced either. Why? Is he unwilling? Or are you reluctant?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation!” Emily said, pulling away.

“Where are you going?!” Michael asked.

“I’m in marketing now! I need to work!”

“Who transferred you to marketing?” Michael asked, genuinely confused.

“No one! I asked for it myself! Anything else? I’m leaving.” She walked away.

“I’ll take you to the hospital for a checkup!” Michael called after her.

“No need! I can go myself!” Emily replied, hurrying out.

Michael turned to Alex. “Mr. Thompson, find out who Emily Carter’s husband is. Warn him. Tell him to stay away from Emily Carter.”

“Mr. Thompson, is this appropriate?” Alex asked, surprised.

“Just do as I say!” Michael commanded. “Understood. Also, transfer Emily Carter back to the design department and investigate when the company is spreading rumors, fire them all!”

“Yes, sir!” Alex replied.

Meanwhile, Olivia was talking to Sophia. “Didn’t 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’t protected me, I’d have been expelled.”

“What’s so special about Emily Carter?” Olivia scoffed. “Men are a dime a dozen! If you have money, you can have as many as you want! Why be so obsessed?!”

“You don’t understand,” Sophia said, her eyes fixed on the office. “He’s different from other men.”

“I’ve made arrangements,” Olivia said, a wicked smile on her face. “This time I’ll make her pay.”

Emily was walking to the hospital alone. “I said don’t follow me! I’ll go to the hospital alone!”

Suddenly, two men grabbed her. “Hey, beautiful. Not feeling well? Let us check you out.”

“You wanted money, right?” Emily said, trying to stall. “I have money! I’ll give you as much as you want!”

“Did I say we’d let you go for money?” one of the thugs sneered. “That chump change of yours won’t even cover our pocket change!”

“Boss, aren’t you just after money?” the other thug asked his leader.

“My place is right up ahead! Let me go get it for you!” Emily pleaded.

“No need for that! Just keep us entertained and we’ll let you go, right?” The thug grabbed her again. “You’re choosing the hard way, huh? I’ll take care of you right now!”

Suddenly, a woman’s voice cut through the air. “What are you doing?! Let her go!”

The thugs froze. “Sister Na doesn’t allow us to touch him!” one of them said. “Fall back!” They released Emily and ran off.

Michael, who had been following Emily, rushed to her side. “What took you so long?!” Emily cried, relief washing over her. “I was terrified!”

“I’m sorry,” Michael said, pulling her into a hug. “I should have come sooner. Let’s go. I’ll take you to and from work from now on.”

Later, back at Emily’s apartment, Michael was still looking worried. “Why did you come here today? Didn’t you faint this morning? I came to check on you. Sorry for being harsh earlier.”

“It’s fine,” Emily said softly. “It’s about Olivia Bennett, isn’t it?”

Michael sighed. “I didn’t divorce her today because she demanded 100 million in compensation.”

“100 million?!” Emily exclaimed. “She’s being outrageous!”

“My mistake was not signing a pre-nup when we married,” Michael admitted. “Now we’re headed for court.”

“Why didn’t you divorce then?” Emily asked, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes. “Is it because you can’t bear to part with it?”

“Are you insane?!” Michael retorted, frustrated. “I’ve tried reaching him. But his phone’s dead. Maybe something came up. Give me your phone. Let me try contacting him.”

Emily hesitated. “Those guys just snatched my phone.”

“It’s okay,” Michael said. “I’ll get you a new one. A brand new phone. Ten of them.” He looked at her. “Do you still remember his number?”

Emily remembered her «husband’s» number. “I remember.”

“Never mind,” Michael said, seeing her hesitation. “I’ll contact him myself.”

“Fair enough,” Emily said. “I should head home now. It’s getting late.”

“Sure is late,” Michael agreed, then reached out and gently smoothed her hair. “Wait a second. Your hair’s messy. If you go home looking like this, grandma will worry.”

Emily felt a jolt. “Why can’t I move my hand?!”

Michael smiled. “Good night.”

Emily, flustered, said, “I should really go now.”

As she left, Grandma called out, “Emmy, your bag?”

Is this what sweet love feels like? Emily thought, her head spinning. No way. I need to divorce my secret husband ASAP.

Meanwhile, Michael was home. Olivia had made him chicken soup. “Honey, I made this chicken soup for you myself. Try some.”

“Get out!” Michael snapped, pushing it away. “What’s wrong?! You’re not my wife at all!”

Olivia looked shocked. “Why is he doubting me again? What nonsense are you talking?! If I’m not your wife, then who is?!”

“Are you sure?” Michael challenged. “If you’re really my wife, then who sent me messages asking to file for divorce?”

“I already told you! My phone was stolen!” Olivia insisted. “This is clearly a scam message! Look carefully! The number they used is completely different from yours!”

“Fine,” Michael said. “Since you claim to be my wife, what’s the phone number I used to contact you? Recite it now.”

Olivia stammered. “Isn’t your number the one ending with 8128?”

“Wrong,” Michael said, his voice cold. “That’s my work phone. Not the private number I use with you.”

“You have so many private numbers! How could I remember them all?!” Olivia cried.

“Then I’m calling the police,” Michael said, pulling out his phone. “Explain this to the officers. In this day and age, scammers dare target me?!”

Olivia, panicked, grabbed his phone.

Meanwhile, Emily was waiting for her «husband» at the cafe. Waited so long. Why hasn’t she shown up? She pulled out her phone and dialed. “Hello? That’s the same voice from before!” She recognized the woman’s voice. “Olivia Bennett is definitely an imposter, Penang! I’m sorry. I mistook someone else for you. Didn’t mean to stand you up.”

“It’s fine,” her «husband» replied. “Let’s just reschedule. How about tomorrow?”

“Hmm. We’ll do as you said. Wear purple rosemary flowers.” Emily said, remembering Michael’s earlier comment.

“After the divorce tomorrow, we’ll settle accounts with Olivia Bennett. Purple rosemary?”

Emily, intrigued, thought, Want to settle scores with me? You’re bound to be disappointed. She then heard Sophia on the phone. “Help me put on a show tomorrow. You’ll be rewarded. Purple rosemary.”

The next day, Emily saw Sophia wearing purple rosemary flowers. “Purple rosemary? Why are you here? We just met yesterday. And you’ve already forgotten me?”

Sophia looked at her, confused. “Why are you wearing rosemary?”

Emily smiled. “Didn’t you say we’d meet today? Each of us wears a purple rosemary. I’ll be wearing it. To meet him at the registry office. To cover up this lie. But Emily Carter must disappear. Okay. I’ll handle Emily Carter. And make her vanish completely.”

At the County Clerk’s Office, Emily and Michael met. Michael looked at Emily, then at the purple rosemary in her hair, then at the rosemary Sophia was wearing. “How could it be you?!” he exclaimed.

Emily smiled. “It’s always been me. I’ve always been your wife. But you never trust me. So I played a little game with you. Fun, isn’t it?”

Michael’s eyes widened. “So that message yesterday was also from you?”

“Yes. I sent that message. Oh, that’s my new number. Save it as wife.”

Michael, still reeling, retorted, “In your dreams! Let go of me!”

Sophia, who had arrived, watched the scene unfold. She grabbed Emily. “What are you doing?! Let go of me! What are you doing?!” She then turned to Michael. “All right, since you’re here. Go file for divorce now!”

“Divorce?” Michael said, his eyes fixed on Emily. “Fine. But prepare a hundred million now. Or… Two hundred million!” He was challenging Sophia.

Sophia, furious, pulled out her phone. “You, uh…”

Just then, Alex Johnson burst in, looking panicked. “Hello? Mr. Thompson! Emily Carter’s grandma is at the office! She can’t reach Carter! Understood! I am coming now!”

Grandma, tearful, said, “Grandma! Emmy is in trouble!”

Michael turned to Grandma. “Grandma, tell us what happened!”

“This morning, she went to file for divorce,” Grandma explained, crying. “Shortly 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!”

Michael’s face was grim. “Who’s Emily Carter’s husband? Any leads? Not yet.” Alex said.

“Call the company-issued phone number,” Michael commanded.

“We tried that! No answer!” Alex replied.

“Try her personal!” Michael said.

“Grandma, call Emmy again!” Emily urged.

“I’ll try,” Grandma said, dialing.

“Grandma, give me the number! I’ll dial it!” Michael said, his voice urgent.

“It’s 165 ending with 1306,” Grandma said.

“What’s the full number?!” Michael demanded.

“Are you deaf at such a young age?! The one with number 165 ending with 1306!”

Michael dialed. The phone rang, and then he heard Emily’s voice. “Emily Carter, where are you?! Say something!”

A distorted voice came through the phone. “It’s you, Mr. Thompson. Who are you? Is Emily Carter with you? Name your demands. Any demand will do.”

“Then I want you,” Michael said, his voice chillingly calm.

“Listen carefully! Fine! I’ll make you hear clearly!” the voice sneered.

“Emmy, are you okay?!” Grandma cried into the phone.

“If you want her safe, trade yourself for her! I’m at the Westside Abandoned Warehouse. Don’t be late!”

“Okay, I agree,” Michael said, his voice firm.

He hung up. “Hello? How’s Emmy?” Grandma asked.

“Grandma, it’s fine! Just a prank someone pulled! You should go home and wait. I’ll bring Emily Carter back.” Michael turned to Alex. “Alex Johnson, escort Grandma home!”

“Ma’am, come with me,” Alex said, taking Grandma’s arm.

“Bring Emmy back safely!” Grandma pleaded.

“Understood,” Alex replied.

Michael turned to his security team. “Mr. Thompson, we found him!”

“Where is she?” Michael demanded.

“The signal’s very weak. Southside Warehouse. Police are already on their way.”

“Southside,” Michael muttered. “Nicole told me to go West. Probably trying to mislead us. Weak signal. She’s not on ground level. But underground.” He then looked at the blurry image from the warehouse security feed. “Mr. Thompson?”

Meanwhile, Emily was tied to a chair in a dimly lit, damp underground area of an abandoned warehouse on the Southside of Chicago. “Tell me,” a cold voice said. “How many scars would these three cigarettes leave on your face? Would your face be riddled with holes?”

“We have no grudge! Why are you doing this?!” Emily pleaded.

“No grudge? How can you say that? Look closely! Who am I?!”

Emily, struggling, squinted at the woman’s face. “Sophia…”

Sophia’s eyes blazed. “You stole everything from me! Took what mattered most! Don’t you deserve to die?!” She raised a heavy stick. “Emmy! I’ll destroy you right now!”

Michael burst into the room. “I never meant to hurt you!” He ran towards Emily, shielding her as Sophia brought the stick down.

“I’m fine,” Emily said, pushing him away. “Let me see. It doesn’t hurt.” But a trickle of blood ran down Michael’s forehead.

“Why so much blood?!” Emily cried, horrified.

Sophia laughed, a crazed sound. “Michael Thompson! What a useless man! Can’t even protect the one you love!”

Michael crumpled to the ground, unconscious. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?! Do I have a terminal illness?!” Emily cried, thinking he was dying.

Later, in a hospital room, a doctor spoke to Emily. “Doctor, how is she?” Michael asked, a bandage on his head.

“The abdominal trauma from the impact caused an accidental miscarriage,” the doctor explained gently.

“Miscarriage?!” Michael gasped. “Are you saying… She was pregnant?!”

“You didn’t know,” the doctor said, a hint of accusation in his voice. “Almost two months along. As the father-to-be, you should have been more careful. Miscarriage causes both physical and psychological trauma.”

Michael looked at Emily, tears welling in his eyes. “This is my fault.”

“Doctor,” Emily said, regaining consciousness. “She didn’t know about the pregnancy! Can we keep this from her?”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” the doctor said, looking at Michael. “The doctor said you have food poisoning. You need months of proper rest.”

Emily, hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief. “You scared me to death! I thought I was dying!”

Michael, trying to keep up the charade, said, “I’m sorry. I failed to protect you.”

“Silly,” Emily said, touching his face. “You did your best. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. See? I’m perfectly fine.” She paused. “By the way. Have they found Sophia? Sophia. She’s the one who kidnapped you. She’s the one who hit me with a stick.”

Michael’s face hardened. “Sophia. I need to handle something. Get some rest first. I’ll be right back.”

“Mr. Thompson,” Alex said, entering the room. “How’s assistant Emily?”

“Nothing serious,” Michael replied. “Did they catch the culprit?”

“They almost had the suspect,” Alex reported. “When some thugs barged in and blocked the police. They told police Sophia’s the killer.”

“Sophia?!” Michael exclaimed. “How could it be her?!”

“I’ll offer 30 million to help capture Sophia,” Michael declared. “Anyone who provides leads will be rewarded.”

“Understood,” Alex replied.

Michael looked out the window. “Good. Sophia, you hurt my family. You’ll pay for this.”

Later, Emily was in her hospital room when Sophia walked in, carrying a plastic bag. “I told you not to buy anything! I can’t finish all this food!” Emily said, annoyed.

“What are you doing here?” Emily asked, seeing Sophia.

“Heard you were hospitalized. Came to check on you,” Sophia said, pulling out some bruised fruit. “These fruits. Just throw them away if you can’t eat them.” She placed them on Emily’s bedside table. “I just picked them up from the trash. Thought they matched your vibe.”

“You’re not welcome here,” Emily said, pushing the fruit away. “Take your trash and get out!”

Sophia smiled, a cruel glint in her eyes. “I really envy you. Lost your child. Yet still so carefree.”

Emily froze. “What child?”

Just then, Grandma walked in, carrying a thermos. “This time it’s lotus root and pork rib soup! Grandma taught me how to make it! You’ll love it! Call grandma after you finish eating! Don’t make her worry.”

Emily looked at Sophia, then at Michael, who had just entered. “Are you hiding something from me? How could that be? What’s wrong? Our baby? Where’s our child? Did we lose our baby?! Say something! Say something!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

Michael, unable to keep the secret any longer, pulled her into a hug. “It’s my fault for not protecting him! It’s all my fault! I failed to protect him! I should have protected him!”

“It’s okay,” Emily sobbed, clinging to him. “This is my fault. We can have another child.”

Olivia Bennett, who had been listening at the door, smirked. “Olivia Bennett claimed you didn’t want the baby. You told the doctor to terminate it.”

Michael looked at Olivia, his eyes blazing. “Olivia Bennett is lying! I know! Sophia caused our baby’s death! It was Sophia! She’s already wanted by police. She’ll face justice.”

He then turned to Emily, offering her a spoonful of soup. “Open up for another one.”

Alex Johnson, looking nervous, entered the room. “Mr. Thompson, I found something. Uh, maybe I should leave first.”

“This better be important,” Michael said, his voice grim.

“It’s crucial! It concerns Olivia Bennett!” Alex blurted out.

“Since when is Olivia Bennett important?” Emily scoffed.

“I swear! I have no feelings for Olivia Bennett! We’re completely unrelated!” Michael declared.

Alex, taking a deep breath, said, “Mr. 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.”

Emily gasped. “What?! Mr. Thompson is truly something! Can’t even recognize his own wife! You even fell into someone else’s trap!” She looked at Michael. “This is pretty common, right? You don’t even know who your own husband is!”

“I’m not like you!” Michael retorted. “I definitely know who my husband is!”

“Grandma told me you’re clueless!” Emily shot back.

“Why does she tell you everything?!” Michael exclaimed.

“Can’t be helped! Grandma simply adores me!” Emily replied, a playful glint in her eyes. “Your top priority now isn’t finding the real wife and getting divorced.” She then smiled mischievously. “Let’s make a bet! Whoever gets divorced first loses and moves in with the winner! If you lose, you’ll be moving into my place!”

“Okay!” Michael said, rising to the challenge. “As Thompson Enterprises’s CEO, finding someone will be a breeze!”

“Oh, really?” Emily scoffed. “I have my mystery husband’s number! One call will prove it!” She pulled out her new phone and dialed. It rang and rang, then went straight to voicemail. “What’s going on? Assistant Emily, your situation usually means you’ve been blocked.” Alex said.

“Why would he block me?!” Emily exclaimed.

“Actually,” Michael said, a smug look on his face, “I gave her a black card, checking the bank records. We’ll locate her instantly. Don’t cry when you lose. Pack Mrs. Thompson’s belongings.”

“Right away, Mr. Thompson!” Alex replied, heading out.

Emily, furious, tried again. “How dare he block me! Make a call for me! All right!”

“What’s the number?” Michael asked, taking her phone.

“56583!” Emily rattled off.

“Say that again?” Michael asked.

“1565836!”

Michael looked at the number, then at Emily. “Is this really your husband’s number? This is Mr. Thompson’s number.”

“No way!” Emily exclaimed. “I know this isn’t his phone number!”

“This is Mr. Thompson’s private number,” Alex said, returning. “Only a handful of people have access.”

“Then check this card for me!” Emily demanded, thrusting her black card at him.

Alex looked at the card. “This card also belongs to Mr. Thompson.”

Emily’s jaw dropped. “So… Michael Thompson is my husband! I’m that mysterious wife!”

Alex, looking terrified, stammered, “That seems to be the case! Oh my god! I won’t get fired for knowing too much, will I? I’ll inform Mr. Thompson right now!”

“Wait a second!” Emily said, grabbing her phone as it rang. “I need to take this call. Hello? Tomorrow morning? Divorce. Fine.” She hung up. “Michael Thompson wants me at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Wear the rosemary and finalize the divorce.”

Must be Mr. Thompson, Alex thought. “Should I notify him now?”

“No need,” Emily said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’ll surprise him myself.”

“Understood,” Alex replied, still reeling.

The next morning, at the County Clerk’s Office, Michael was waiting. “Mr. Thompson, you’re on your own now.” Alex said.

“Waiting for someone?” Michael muttered. Then he saw Emily. “Emmy! Why aren’t you resting at the hospital? What brings you here? Are you feeling better?”

“You’re here to get divorced,” Emily said, a small smile on her face.

“Exactly,” Michael replied. “I’m finalizing this divorce today. You’re my wife. The stingy boss you mentioned is actually me. The clumsy subordinate you mentioned? That’s me. Let’s go and get divorced.”

Emily, tears welling in her eyes, said, “Good thing it’s you. So are we still getting divorced?”

Michael pulled her into a hug. “I won’t get divorced.”

Suddenly, Alex rushed in, looking frantic. “Mr. Thompson, Mr. Thompson! Our company’s funds were embezzled by Olivia Bennett!”

“What?!” Michael exclaimed. “How did she get authorization?”

“The old man approved her!” Alex replied.

“How could I forget about that?!” Michael groaned. “Did you call the police?”

“We’ve already called the police! They’re already on their way to arrest her!”

“Understood,” Michael said, his face grim. “Mr. Thompson, the police have intercepted Olivia Bennett at the airport. They want us there immediately.”

“All right, let’s uh, let’s head over now,” Michael said, taking Emily’s hand.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Grandpa. “Hello? Your secretary said you’re sick! Which hospital room are you in?”

“Grandpa, I’m not sick!” Michael exclaimed. “Who said I was hospitalized?”

“Your secretary, Sophia, told me!” Grandpa insisted.

“Sophia?!” Michael’s eyes widened. “Grandpa, she’s a wanted criminal now, don’t you…” The line went dead. “Hello? Hello? Hello? What’s wrong?!”

Alex, panicked, said, “Grandpa is with Sophia!”

Michael turned to Alex. “Taylor Green, take Emmy to the police station. I’ll send you the location later.”

Emily, seeing his concern, said, “I’m coming with you.”

“Okay, let’s go together then,” Michael replied.

Meanwhile, Sophia was with Grandpa, who looked unwell. “Michael, why aren’t you here yet?! I’ve been waiting forever! If you don’t come soon, this old man will kick the bucket!”

“What did you do to my grandpa?!” Michael demanded, arriving on the scene with Emily and Alex.

Sophia laughed. “I didn’t do anything! He got sick on his own! Where the hell are you?! You really don’t get me! I love you so much! It’s obviously 520!”

“I love you too! Just come already!” Michael pleaded, trying to keep her calm.

“I’m waiting for you!” Sophia shrieked.

“You’re insane!” Emily whispered.

Grandpa, looking at Sophia, said, “Grandpa! Do you believe it? I’ll make this old man bleed out right here!”

Michael stepped forward. “Sophia, take your grudge out on me! Don’t hurt grandpa!”

Sophia looked at Michael, a twisted smile on her face. “How could I bear to treat you like that? I adore you too much for that! What do you really want? I want you, Zaram!”

“Okay, I’ll trade places for grandpa!” Michael said, stepping forward.

“Michael, let’s swap then!” Emily said, trying to help. “It’ll be fine.”

Sophia chuckled. “Well played, Michael Thompson! Guess who I really am, and I’ll let you switch.”

“What’s there to guess? You’re Sophia! Can we trade now?” Michael said, exasperated.

“Wrong guess!” Sophia shrieked. “You don’t remember me at all! But I’m hopelessly in love! Come closer. Time to make the trade. Naturally. By the way, friendly reminder. If that old man doesn’t get treated, he’ll die soon.”

“Emmy, take grandpa to the hospital first!” Michael commanded.

“Okay, wait for me! I’ll come back to save you!” Emily said, helping Grandpa away. “Let’s go, grandpa!”

Sophia smiled, a triumphant glint in her eyes. “The nuisances are gone. Now it’s just us two. You know what I want, don’t you? You want us to die together.”

“You guessed right!” Michael said, looking at her, a strange sadness in his eyes. “You really do understand me best. Since I can’t have you in life, I’ll claim you in death. In death? You’ll finally be mine!” She pushed him towards the edge of the abandoned building. “Go over there!”

Suddenly, Michael woke up in a hospital bed. “Whoa, Michael. You’re awake!” Emily said, sitting beside him, her eyes red.

“Are you feeling any pain?” she asked.

“My head hurts,” Michael mumbled.

“The doctor said you have a mild concussion,” Emily explained. “Some 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’t want to live either!”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Michael said, trying to sit up. “Even if I die, you must keep living well!”

“Ugh, trying to make me angry again?” Emily said, a small smile touching her lips. “Fine, I’ll stop talking.” She then remembered. “Where’s grandpa?”

“Grandpa’s fine. He’s in the next room,” Michael replied. “Oh, right. Sophia’s been sent to a mental institution.”

“Mental institution?!” Emily exclaimed. “The police investigation shows the real Sophia lives abroad. The Sophia we knew is actually Ava. She’s a psychiatric patient escaped after being abused at the institution. Then she stole Sophia’s identity to join Thompson Enterprises.”

Ava, 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. “Where did this beggar come from? Dare to steal my food?” a group of bullies sneered. “This beggar’s kind of pretty. Want some? Take off your clothes if you want it. I’ll buy you more.” They laughed.

Michael, a young man then, had stepped forward. “Enjoying the food, okay? Hey. Mind your own business, punk! I suggest you scram right now or I’ll call the cops!” He had offered the girl some food. “A young lady like you should stay away from drunkards. Got it? Hungry. Food? Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

He remembered telling her to go to the police station nearby. “Okay, grandpa. I understand. I’ll be back soon. Go that way. There’s a police station 500 meters ahead. Ask the police for help there. Understood? I’m Ava. What’s your name? Michael Thompson.”

Michael. Ava. Now I remember. So it was her. So that’s how it is. No wonder she kept making you say her name.

Grandma entered the hospital room, carrying a bag. “Grandma! What brings you here?” Emily asked.

“Brought you some homemade snacks! Made them myself! Healthy and hygienic!” Grandma beamed.

“Grandma! Your cooking is simply amazing!” Emily gushed. “Even better than restaurant food!”

Grandma chuckled. “Look 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’s husband. Never comes home all year. I’m sure he has… a mistress outside. What a scoundrel.”

Emily looked at Michael, mortified. “Grandma? What affair? That’s nonsense. Non-existent.”

“Who told you that?” Michael asked.

“The son-in-law next door,” Grandma said. “From Aunt Guo’s family. He never comes home all year. Out of nowhere. They say he’s having an affair. Her daughter cries daily. Heartbroken.”

“Grandma?” Emily said, trying to change the subject. “I believe… Emmy’s husband… wouldn’t do such things.”

“What do you know? He’s nothing like you!” Grandma retorted. “By the way, aren’t you two planning… to be together after divorcing? Hurry up! I want great-grandkids!”

“Grandma!” Emily exclaimed, a deep blush spreading across her face. “Actually… He’s the one who never comes home. He… He’s your husband of one year.”

Grandma looked at them, then blinked. “I must be… getting senile. Need more sleep. I’ll sleep properly at home. Reset my sleep. Sleep again? Grandma’s still confused. Let me explain.”

The next morning, Grandma called out, “Grandma? Is Emmy awake?”

“Grandma? What is it? Is Emmy up yet?” Michael asked.

“Still asleep, probably,” Grandma replied.

“Grandma? Breakfast’s ready! Eat first. I’ll wake her.” Michael walked into their bedroom. “Get up! Five more minutes! Wake up! Today’s Ethan and Lucas’s kindergarten sports day! Can’t be late!”

“Grandma will go on my behalf!” Emily mumbled, still half-asleep.

“Not going! I’m meeting Grandpa Thompson for Tai Chi! I’m leaving now!” Grandma called out.

Michael leaned over Emily. “Emily Carter, if you don’t get up… I’ll use extreme measures. Rise and shine!”

Emily, finally opening her eyes, saw Michael’s face close to hers. “Michael Thompson! I can’t take this anymore! I want a divorce!” she declared playfully.

Michael chuckled, pulling her closer. “Emily Carter, are you looking for a spanking?”

“You… You are…” Emily stammered, then smiled. “Just kidding with you. I’m mad at you, Michael Thompson.”

“Don’t be angry, okay?” Michael said, kissing her forehead.

“Not angry. Then I’ll ask you two questions. Answer right and I’ll forgive you.”

“Go ahead,” Michael said.

“First one. When did we first meet? Month and date?”

Michael paused, thinking hard. “May 21st.”

“When did you start liking me?” Emily asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I… Can’t answer, huh? Now I’m really angry!” Emily teased.

Michael pulled her closer, his voice soft. “Not 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’re forgiven.”

Emily smiled, snuggling into his embrace. “Let’s get breakfast. Let’s go.”

Five years later, in a mental institution, Ava looked at a picture of Michael. “Five years. Ava missed you so much. I know. You don’t like this face of mine. So this time… I’ll become the person you love. And come back to you.”