Chapter 3

As for Marcus, his hand was on Rachel's stomach. His gaze was filled with love.

As soon as he noticed me, panic flashed through his eyes. He quickly removed his hand and explained to me.

"Vivian, the baby will be born soon. We don't have enough wardrobes at home, so I decided to use yours first. Please put up with this for now. Once the baby's born, I'll arrange for a larger walk-in wardrobe for you."

A newborn baby didn't even know how to walk. Did he really need that many shoes? Besides, there were way more clothes for the baby than I had.

Although it sounded ridiculous, I wasn't in the mood to argue. Since I was leaving tomorrow, I didn't care whose walk-in wardrobe it was.

"Suit yourself."

Marcus secretly sighed in relief and flashed me a gentle smile. "I'm glad you're not angry. I'm so lucky to have married such a gentle and generous wife like you."

While smiling, he instinctively hung an apron around my neck. "You had no idea. We're exhausted from arranging all this stuff. Rachel's hungry too. Since you're back, quickly prepare a nutritious meal for her."

Without waiting for my answer, Rachel waddled to the couch and sat down. She lifted her chin, adding, "I want to have corned beef today. Make sure it's not undercooked because it's not safe for me to eat.

"Also, remember not to overcook the beef. It'll become too chewy for me. Oh right! I also want some chicken soup."

I looked at the way Rachel ordered me around. Without even thinking about it, I took off the apron and tossed it to the floor.

"She's a pregnant woman, but she's not disabled. If she wants to eat all that, she can prepare them herself."

I turned to leave, but Marcus suddenly grabbed my wrist. He sounded somewhat furious.

"Vivian, why are you so upset? I only asked you to cook a meal. Rachel is your sister-in-law, and she's pregnant too. Why are you being so passive-aggressive? Did I upset you?"

Marcus and I had married and divorced nine times. He always forced me to give in and begged me to do something. He also made me do everything so I could take care of Rachel, who was pregnant.

Rachel had all of Marcus to herself. I even had to give up my marriage and home, yet he had the guts to wonder whether he had offended me.

I couldn't help but laugh. I brushed his hand off roughly.

"What gave you the right to order me around? I'm not your maid, nor am I your wife anymore. Please understand that."

Marcus had never seen me acting so aloof before. His expression instantly tensed.

At that moment, Rachel held her stomach as she walked over. "Marcus, is Vivian angry because I made you two divorce?"

While speaking, she tugged my hand. "You're blaming me for making you two divorce, right? I have depression, so I can't control my emotions. Can't you be more considerate of me?

"Also, my baby will be born without a father. I can only rely on Marcus in this family. Don't you think I have a pitiful life?"

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. Rachel had tightened her grip around my wrist, and I instinctively shook her hand off.

Right away, she screamed and suddenly fell to the ground. She touched her stomach and yelled, "My stomach! Marcus, my stomach really hurts! Vivian, you… Do you really hate me that much? Must you hurt me like this?"

"Rachel!" Marcus immediately shoved me aside in panic. Before I could even react, I crashed against the doorframe before falling to the floor hard.

I felt dizzy and disoriented. Even my knees swelled instantly. I could barely say a word because I was in so much pain.

Meanwhile, Marcus crouched beside Rachel and comforted her gently. Once he was certain that she wasn't bleeding, he sighed in relief before carrying her onto the couch to rest.

He immediately dragged me off and shoved me into the kitchen. There was no hint of tenderness in his gaze.

"Vivian, Rachel only wanted to enjoy your home-cooked meal. She's still pregnant, yet you shoved her to the ground. If anything happened to her and the baby, could you handle the consequences?

"I've always thought you were sensible and never realized how devious you've become. I'm really disappointed in you. Since you refuse to prepare dinner tonight, I'll lock you in the kitchen until you're willing to cook!"