Marcus continued, "Besides, we still need to prepare a lot of things for the baby. With Vivian around, you can take it easy during your pregnancy. You don't have to worry too much, right?"
Rachel pouted before glaring at me. Then, she forced herself to reply, "Fine. You can stay at the Miller residence for now. You still can't ride in his car, so just hail a cab!"
He pursed his lips and seemed conflicted. He looked at me helplessly. "Vivian…"
There he went again. It was as if whatever Rachel said was final.
For the past nine months, no matter how outrageous Rachel's demands were, Marcus always wanted me to compromise.
Today, I couldn't even get into his car. I merely smiled and stepped back, saying calmly, "I'll take a cab home."
Rachel got into the passenger's seat, looking very proud of herself.
Marcus sneakily held my hand and looked at me guiltily. "Rachel's just too anxious during her pregnancy. We must be more considerate of her.
"After all, she's pregnant with Barry's only child. I really don't want anything to happen to her. Babe, you've really suffered. Once Rachel has given birth, we'll marry immediately and never separate again. I swear on it!"
Before I could even respond, she exclaimed furiously, "Marcus!"
He quickly pulled away as if he had been electrocuted. Then, he hurriedly got into the car.
From the start, I always remained silent. As I watched Marcus' car disappear into the distance, I began to feel calmer.
We divorced for the first time because Marcus and I wanted to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We watched a movie outside and didn't let Rachel come along.
It happened again the second time because her gold bangle was missing.
The third time, it was because she dreamed of Barry.
As for the fourth and the fifth… Well, the reason became more outrageous than ever each time, yet Marcus fell for it.
Over the past few months, I tried to talk things out with Marcus. I even tried to throw a tantrum the way Rachel did.
However, whenever I threw a tantrum, he only looked at me with indifference. Then, he gave me all kinds of luxury-branded bags before holding my hand and speaking gently.
"Vivian, I won't blame you for being inconsiderate, but you need to understand that we must prioritize Rachel now.
"I have no choice but to let you suffer for now. I swear that I won't ever let Rachel have her own way once the baby's born. We'll live a good life together. Just put up with this for a while longer, okay?"
Marcus had sworn too many times. His promises sounded cheap now.
I no longer had the strength to cope with it anymore. Taking a deep breath, I reached for my phone to make a call.
I only needed to wait a second before Grandpa answered the call. His kind voice drifted through the phone. "My precious granddaughter! Missed me?"
My eyes reddened instantly. I did my best to keep my voice from breaking. "Grandpa, Marcus and I have divorced. Could you get someone to pick me up tomorrow?
"Also, cancel all the collaborations our family has with Marcus. I want to break things off with him completely."
Grandpa was shocked. After all, he knew I loved Marcus very much.
I wanted to marry Marcus, whose family wasn't as wealthy as mine. Grandpa did his best to talk me out of my decision, but I still married Marcus.
Grandpa could only help him in secret as a result.
Although Marcus' career was booming, our marriage came to an end. Grandpa was happy about the divorce, but he was also upset, knowing that I must have suffered a lot.
"My dear Vivian, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow."
…
Half an hour later, I finally reached home. As soon as I entered, I noticed that the living room was packed with my clothes. They were strewn all over the floor. Clearly, someone had tossed them out right away.
My heart lurched as I walked toward the walk-in wardrobe. From far away, I could hear Marcus and Rachel giggling inside.
"Marcus, not only do I plan on buying lots of clothes for the baby, but I also want to get a variety of shoes. Let's throw Vivian's shoes out, shall we?"
Marcus remarked. "Just buy them. Buy whatever you like. As long as you're happy, you can put Vivian's things wherever you like. It's up to you."
He sounded doting and gentle.
I silently pushed open the door. What used to be my walk-in wardrobe was now cluttered with things for the baby.
