If I Could Unlove You

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again.

I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time."

Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!"

I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before.

Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time.

Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her.

Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times.

Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous.

After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?"

I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

I followed Marcus Miller out of the courthouse. Rachel Cooper, my sister-in-law, had been waiting outside the building and dashed over in a 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.

"I'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