All Chapters of Our Adopted Child Is A Disaster For Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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

I was packing my things at home and found an offer letter from my cousin Benedict. He lives in Milan, where he has turned a building into a flower shop and an antique porcelain store. Benedict offered me a job as a florist and my hidden talent as a potter.I once studied to become a pottery expert when my parents were still alive, and I was flattered that Benedict still remembered my efforts and skills from back then, so he offered me this job.Becoming a potter was my first dream, but when I lost both of my parents, all my dreams had to be sacrificed. Our modest wealth vanished in an instant, and I had to work as a florist and marry Deryl at the age of twenty-six.Actually, Benedict had offered me this job a long time ago, but I always postponed it with the excuse that I now have a husband and child to take care of.I planned to call Benedict to ask if his offer was still valid or not, but before I could connect the call, someone suddenly yanked my phone from my ear and slammed it to

"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, a