"Why did you come here, Dr. Adams?" I asked as my feet led Dr. Adams to the back garden, leaving an angry Deryl in the living room.

"Because I want to help you." Dr. Adams' words suddenly made me turn to face him.

"You are my psychologist; I appreciate that. But this is excessive." Unconsciously, my voice rose.

I have only met Dr. Adams a few times, and receiving treatment like this as a married woman feels very uncomfortable.

Damn, I still appreciate Deryl as my husband after what he did to me.

"You don't like my way, ma'am?" Dr. Adams asked.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say yes." Dr. Adams fell silent, making me feel guilty.

"Your husband will marry your adopted daughter; I know that, and it hurts. You don't want to use me to escape from here?" Dr. Adams asked sincerely.

I know his intentions are good, but my ego and emotions do not allow anyone to get involved in my personal issues. To meet him as a psychologist, I have to think about it over and over again.

"I know this is painful, and I will be very sad. However, I am preparing something; please wait at your clinic until I arrive and tell you what I have done so that perhaps I will think about it and regret it. I have to repay them in my own way; Dr. Adams duty is to heal my wounded soul after this."

Our conversation ended; I thought Dr. Adams would understand my intention. I only need him to heal the wounds in my heart and mind; as for the way out of here, I will create it myself.

At that moment, Dr. Adams left Deryl's house with a smile I couldn't understand. However, he said he would help in any way he could.

Since then, we haven't communicated again; I was confined and only had the door opened on the day of the wedding.

"Madam, Miss Cecilia wants you to help her get ready," said a maid, opening the door as wide as possible.

I got up from my seat, took a bouquet of flowers ordered by Cecilia, our beloved child, and went to prepare her to become the bride of my husband.

"Mom, why haven't you gotten ready yet?" As usual, Cecilia would behave politely in front of the Myer family, who were surrounding her.

"I'll get ready later. Let me help you put on the slayer." I handed her the ordered bouquet without much talk and hurriedly placed the slayer on Cecilia's head as if my child were going to marry another man.

"The flowers are very beautiful, mom." I smiled wryly upon hearing Cecilia's astonished remarks about my flower arrangement.

"Oh, Reinhardt is indeed skilled at arranging flowers. The flowers are a perfect match." My mother-in-law, Deryl's mother, also praised my flower arrangement. I blushed, grateful in my heart that none of the Myer family understood the meaning of these flowers.

"Beautiful Cecilia, it's time. We will wait outside." Deryl's aunt held Cecilia's hand warmly, a warmth that I did not accept at that time.

When Auntie stepped out and the door opened slightly, I realized that there were so many guests. This wedding is not being held privately, which means everyone will know that Deryl Myer will have a second wife.

"Reinhardt, go change your clothes. I hope you don't embarrass us with clothes like that when you go out later." Oh, I can't believe my mother-in-law is so worried about her image being tarnished just because of my appearance.

"Alright, I'll go get ready." When I was about to leave, Deryl's father held my hand.

"Later, you will be asked to step forward and speak. There are many people and journalists; just say that you approve of this marriage to have a legitimate heir." My father-in-law said it so lightly, while I was desperately holding back my tears as I listened to him speak.

I then nodded and went back to my room. This wedding was promised to be held privately to maintain the Myer family's image, but suddenly Deryl's yard became so crowded; the spacious yard turned so cramped with the presence of journalists as well. Did the Myer family intentionally want their second son's wedding to go viral?

The sound from the loudspeaker was heard; my husband and our adopted daughter had recited their sacred vows. I wiped away my tears; I must not look pitiful.

I grabbed my bag and hurried downstairs. This will always be remembered in the history of my life, so I gave my all just for this event. I took my rather large floppy hat and strutted outside to give a speech as the first wife.

And when I entered the wedding area held in our backyard, I suddenly became the center of attention for everyone. Their gazes were fixed on me, whispering to each other, and I just focused straight ahead when the MC of the event called me to come forward.

"Wow, an outstanding performance from Mrs. Reinhardt Myer." The MC even commented on my appearance. I just smiled wryly, ignoring all the guests who were looking at me in bewilderment.

It's no wonder I became the center of attention; the knee-length dress I wore had a different color from the other guests. Black is the color of mourning. The whispers and camera clicks of the journalists are directed at me.

I could sense from the corner of my eye that the Myer family was angry, as was Deryl. At that moment, I heard a whisper that was quite loud; I thought the bride should have heard it too.

"The first wife attended the wedding in all-black attire. If I'm not mistaken, I also heard that the bridal bouquet was specially made for the first wife. Do you know that orange lilies have a negative meaning?"

"Really? I heard the bride is their adopted child. Is that bouquet a curse?" When the whisper was heard, Cecilia immediately dropped my bouquet of flowers.