Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Substitute Bride,Substitute Love

By the time I woke up again, I was in a single ward. There was only a woman in her fifties in the room. I could tell at a glance that she was a servant of my grandma, Rosy Archer.

Olena looked back and saw that I was awake. She said nervously, "Lie down and don't move. I will call the doctor first."

As she said that, she rushed out of the ward.

I observed the ward. Based on the style of the decoration, it should be the Holy Spirit Hospital.

"But why am I here? Why is Olena taking care of me?"

I was full of doubts and didn't know whom I should ask.

Soon, Olena came in with a doctor. The doctor had an examination of me, saying that I was exhausted and had hypoglycemia and that I just needed to have some nutrition at home before I would be fine.

I thanked the doctor. Only after he went out did I ask Olena what had happened.

Chapter 11 Do You Want to Kill Her