"No one will allow me to do this." The bride, Glenda, closed her eyes as if in prayer. Forced to marry without love to honor her late adoptive mother, she sat at the altar and thought about the truth that her mother, who had taken her from an orphanage and raised her, had just told her. She was a lookalike of the woman's actual daughter, who had died of illness. And Glenda's mother had received a huge amount of support from a wealthy man in return for her actual daughter's marriage in the future, and that the contract had not been broken even after the death of that daughter. Will I have no choice but to bear the heavy cross of falsehood and marry into his arrogance?