After Marrying My Boss

I looked at Emma's face and sneered, “Michael was never my protector. I won't be afraid of you even without him.”

Emma glared at me, infuriated. She wanted to say something, but I didn't want to waste my time with her any longer since many of our colleagues were looking at us.

“Ms. Jones, I think you should go to Mr. Shaw quickly. If he comes out and sees you with me, what do you suppose he would think of your action?”

The person Emma was most worried about was Michael. Even though I no longer had anything to do with him, I still brought him up.

As expected, as soon as I said that, the look on her face changed. She looked at me, burning with anger, but she didn't say a word and left angrily.

I would never admit defeat in front of Emma, but that didn't mean I didn't feel any discomfort inside. As she walked into Michael's office, the pain I felt was even stronger.

My gaze stayed on the CEO's office's door. Although it no longer had anything to do with me, I couldn't help but wonder what both Emma and Michael were doing in the office.

To be honest, I was rather possessive towards Michael. He was my first man, and we used to be intimate. Although I always said that I hated him, I knew that the moment I started hating him was when I fell in love with him.

In the past, whenever Emma entered Michael's office, she would be driven out by him. However, she had been in there for an hour, and she hadn't come out yet. I felt even more disturbed.

Has Michael changed his attitude towards her so quickly?

I didn't know how long it took before the both of them finally came out of the office. Emma hugged Michael's arm with a smile full of happiness.

However, Michael's face was emotionless. Although it wasn't as apparent as Emma's, I didn't notice any trace of disgust on his expression.

Looking at them being intimate broke my heart. My eyes were locked on Emma holding Michael's arms. My heart ached as if it was poked by a needle.

It was as if Emma could feel my gaze, she glanced at me with a smug face. She was utterly showing off that she was the only woman next to Michael.

I looked at Michael, hoping that he would shove Emma aside. Watching him being with another woman hurt me deeply.

However, it was over, and it seemed as though I was the only one who was hurting. After he glanced at me indifferently, he never turned back. The way he looked at me was like a complete stranger.

When they were about to pass by, she suddenly looked towards him and said in a gentle voice, “Michael, there's a new restaurant near my place. Let's go eat there tonight.”

“We can go if you want.”

Michael smiled softly. He looked at me, then looked at Emma again. His voice was gentle. I could feel it after being with him for such a long time. I could feel that he didn't put in any emotions. Maybe he was just giving her a half-hearted answer.

Delighted, Emma said, “I knew you treat me the best. Marrying you might be the luckiest thing that could happen in my life.”

To me, Michael's answer was more than enough for Emma. She threw a provocative look towards me, then leaned her head on Michael's shoulder with a happy smile.

I tried my best to look away, not wanting to listen to their conversation. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. I was just a woman so how could I not feel hurt and jealous watching the man I loved embracing another woman. Moreover, she looked all happy and drown in love.

Michael smiled as he let Emma lean on his shoulders, and they both entered the elevator together.

I waited for the elevator door to close, and then I lowered my head. I gave out a bitter laugh, enduring the pain in me. Even though I was the one who wanted to break up, I thought Michael would at least be reluctant. However, it seemed the one who was reluctant was me instead.

“Mr. Shaw really loved his girlfriend. He must be the most perfect man in the world.”

Millie, who was sitting opposite of me, was also observing Michael and Emma. She saw the entire display of affection as well and had a look of envy in her eyes.

My heart hurt even more after listening to Millie.

I lowered my head, trying to distract myself with work. However, Millie didn't know how I was feeling.

Millie suddenly had a thought. She raised her head and looked at me, worried. “Anna, how are you and your boyfriend doing? I haven't seen him pick you up for so long. Is everything okay?”