Go See A Psychiatrist

My phone vibrated while I was on the road, and I regretted having to pull over after reading who the sender was and what the message contained.

"There will never be the divorce you want. You have to keep taking care of me and Cecilia at home."

Deryl's message made me reflexively throw my phone onto the seat beside me. I look more like a maid now, a caretaker of a big baby who is turning into a homewrecker.

However, I picked up my phone again to reply to Deryl's message. "The contract marriage five years ago—I hope you haven't forgotten." I reminded Deryl again how this marriage started.

Deryl found me at the flower shop as an employee there who was being scolded by my boss. Deryl suddenly spoke up for me, a woman who was also alone like Cecilia, whom he married through a contract five years ago.

As the heir to a famous company, Deryl was pressured to marry, pressured to have a wife who looked smart and authoritative, and also had a clean background.

However, Deryl's act of picking me up from among the hundreds of flower bouquets made me feel more beautiful and lovely than them. I made Deryl my role model and truly fell in love with him until we brought Cecilia with the intention of adding harmony and love, but I ended up suffering.

I glanced at a business card on the car dashboard, my destination not far away. I resumed driving to go there. "Mrs. Reinhard Myer." A bespectacled man greeted me, then invited me into his office.

"What brings the wife of a big businessman here? Everyone knows about you; how could I only welcome you in this way?" The bespectacled man with the name tag Dr. Adams thought too highly of this assistant when she came to his clinic.

"I want to get healed." I'm just getting to the heart of my visit.

As expected, anyone who thinks that being so loved and showered with luxurious facilities could make me happy all the time is mistaken; the truth is, I come here as a patient. We only had a discussion today; it didn't take long, and I was out of his clinic again.

However, when I looked across the street, Cecilia waved at me from her new car. I just remembered she dropped out of school and, with no job, chased me all the way here.

"Did I see that wrong? Mrs. Reinhard came out of a psychology clinic in this small place? Do you feel like you're going crazy?" Cecilia followed me to say that.

"Go home, ungrateful child!" I opened the car door, planning to leave from here.

"How can I stay at home? No one takes care of me and feeds me," Cecilia complained, making me sigh deeply and swear I regretted taking her in.

"You get money from Deryl after sleeping with him, right? Just buy the food you want; don't bother me." And Cecilia, who couldn't accept it, even grabbed my hand when I tried to get back into my car.

"You shameless! You're being paid to take care of me." Cecilia reminded me of my status, which is currently just a paid woman needed for her services at home. Not a wife or a housewife of the Myer family.

"I WAS GIVEN MONEY BECAUSE I AM DERYL'S WIFE!" VERY DIFFERENT FROM THOSE WHO SELL THEIR BODIES TO MY HUSBAND!" My breath quickened, but Cecilia's response was to release her grip from my hand with a look of disgust.

"Ah, I understand why you came here. I hope you get well soon. As a woman, I understand how it feels when your husband no longer wants you." Cecilia left after saying that. She strutted away while playing with her phone and calling someone.

"Hello, darling. Rein has gone crazy; I saw her go to a psychologist, and she yelled at me on the street. " I can still hear that unruly child's voice from afar.

I couldn't hold back my tears, and as I hurriedly wiped them away, I caught Dr. Adams watching me through the glass in his clinic.

Sooner or later, everyone will know this: a thirty-one-year-old woman was cheated on by her husband and their adopted daughter. My life has been shattered since my parents died in an accident, but I only made things worse by marrying Deryl Myer.

I slammed the car door, drove it at maximum speed, and cried my heart out inside the car without anyone knowing.

The desire to make Deryl notice me is impossible; I am old, unlike Cecilia, who is young and fresh, slim without blemish, and maintained with a lot of money.

I lost myself while taking care of Cecilia, making her shine while I forgot to take care of myself. However, my hard work was tasted by my own husband.

My phone rang; a message came in from Cecilia. The message was a screenshot of her conversation with Deryl.

[Honey, tomorrow we will go to Grandma's house. Grandma invited us for dinner. Ah, I forgot, she will be your mother-in-law."] A silly message from Deryl to start the conversation.

[Is Rein going to join? She can go crazy.]

[Of course she has to join. I plan to reveal our relationship. There's nothing wrong; from the beginning you were not my child. My father and mother will surely accept you.]

And I have to prepare myself for the drama that will break my heart even more tomorrow. Before Deryl reveals his relationship, I must first file for divorce in front of all his extended family.

If they are ready to break my heart, then I am also ready to maintain my dignity.