Chapter 1
Alberto Houston’s childhood friend started causing trouble again, and he was also preparing to divorce me again.
My heart was like dead ashes, and I calmly said to him.
“This time, it was the eighth divorce!”
He looked at me with a guilty face, his eyes showing helplessness and pleading.
“Emelia, I had no choice either, you know Haylie was constantly seeking death and being misérable every day, I couldn’t just leave her alone, could I?”
“But Emelia, don’t worry, once I have pacified Haylie, we will remarry immediately!”
I remained silent.
He has already said this to me countless times.
Got married eight times, and divorced eight times.
Even the staff at city hall knew me, jokingly calling me “An eight–time divorce.‘
Holding a freshly baked divorce certificate in hand.
The staff behind me curiously asked me.
“When will you receive the ninth marriage certificate next time?”
I shook my head lightly.
“No more next time.”
***
Walked out of city hall.
I saw Alberto doting on Haylie Wilkinson with a fond expression.
Half an hour ago, Haylie, who was still seeking life and death at home, is now made happy and smiling by him with just a few words.
Every time I saw this scene, I couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed and incredulous.
Just now, that fierce person who smashed the glass bottle and held a sharp shard against her own throat, shouting with a heart–wrenching voice, was it really her?
Today is actually the third anniversary of my marriage with Alberto.
Just this three–year anniversary, it’s quite funny to talk about.
If counted from the first marriage, it has indeed been a full three years.
It was an on–and–off relationship, breaking up and getting back together repeatedly.
It has only been one month since our last remarriage.
Now they have separated again.
In just three years, got married eight times and also divorced eight times.
I never thought that the joke “An eight–time divorce” I saw online before would come true on myself.
Seeing me walk out of city hall with a dazed expression, Haylie smugly glanced at me and once again tore open the scar in my heart.
“Alberto, did you deceive me? How did you manage to get the divorce done so quickly!”
“Did Emelia force you not to divorce again? She just wishes I were dead, so that no one would bother you anymore.”
Alberto looked helpless.
He no longer defended me or spoke for me like he used to.
Just softly comforted her and handed Haylie the divorce certificate in his hand.
“The divorce certificate is right here, how could it be a lie?”
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Haylie looked at the divorce certificate and immediately nodded with joy, no longer speaking.
It was just in the dark where Alberto couldn’t see, that he raised his head and showed a look of disdain towards me.
Even though I knew she was provoking me.
All the emotions in her heart were still stirred up by her.
Not many people dared to believe it.
The reason she got angry and made a fuss this time was because a month ago Alberto had given me a gift for our third wedding anniversary, which Haylie saw and became extremely jealous.
A month ago, we had just remarried not
long ago, and Haylie made us go to city hall to register for divorce.
The staff who handled our divorce registration at that time also made a joke.
“You two have probably run to city hall more times than you’ve gone to the market.”
I was instantly overwhelmed with shame, and I lowered my head deeply, wishing there was a crack for me to crawl into.
In just three years, we have visited City Hall nearly thirty times, and almost all the staff members know us.
Alberto got angry on the spot and shielded me, looking protective and standing up for me.
“Get the documents done, why
talk
SO
My wife
and I enjoy getting married and divorced, what’s it to you?”
The staff saw him fierce, and finally registered the divorce in silence.
Since the day we filed for divorce, Haylie has been counting the thirty–day cooling–off period.
Early this morning, she couldn’t wait to urge Alberto and me to get the divorce certificate.
