---- Chapter 1 I followed Marcus Miller out of the courthouse. Rachel Cooper, my sister-in-law, had been waiting outside the building and dashed over ina hurry. "Where's the divorce certificate? Show me! Don't even try to fool me! Otherwise, I'll jump into a river, and Barry's child will die!" Marcus wore a helpless expression. He snatched the divorce certificate from me before comforting Rachel gently. "T've really divorced Vivian. Why would I lie to you? You're about to give birth soon. Why don't you stay at home and take it easy?" Rachel went through the divorce certificate carefully before grinning. Then, she lifted her chin defiantly and looked at me, smiling with pride. ---- "That's what I'm talking about. Now, I can take it easy for the rest of my pregnancy." I let out a laugh as well, but I couldn't help but feel bitter. Ever since Barry Miller, Marcus' older brother, passed away, Rachel's emotions had been extremely unstable. This time, all I did was accidentally spill her oatmeal. Rachel immediately threw a tantrum at home and even smashed all the pots, bowls, and dishes on the floor. "Barry's dead. Is that why all of you are bullying me? Marcus, Barry has always been so good to you, yet your wife's refusing to let me have oatmeal. How could you face your brother?" At that moment, Marcus and I had just remarried for one week. However, we had to file our intention to divorce with the courthouse. Now that the cooling-off period was over, Rachel couldn't wait any longer. She wanted Marcus to divorce me right away. ---- "If you don't pick up your divorce certificate, I'll kill myself and the baby!" Marcus panicked. Quickly grabbing my wrist, he yanked me up from the couch. The impact was so hard that I hit my calf against the coffee table. I furrowed my brows in pain. However, he didn't seem to realize that at all and merely continued urging me. "Let's quickly get divorced. Rachel's about to give birth soon, so we can't afford anything bad at such a crucial moment. Babe, just put up with this again, okay?" I pursed my lips as I stared at Marcus in a daze. He was so anxious that his brows were furrowed. I couldn't help but remember what happened when we first married. Thanks to my high fever, I was left bedridden for three days. Marcus held my hand tightly while crying from worry. He looked the same as he did back then, seeming anxious as well.