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

I was overwhelmed by Tyler just now. And my waist hurt. It took me a lot of effort to get up now.

I got up. Through the mirror in front of me, I could see Patrick standing outside a compartment.

Although I saw him at the entrance of the hotel last time, I didn't see his face.

It was the first time that I looked at him in his face ever since I was released from the prison.

He was wearing a black suit, who was almost the same as he had been more than a year ago.

I saw my face through the mirror.

My hair, which was soaked wet by the water, clung to my face. Most of my makeup was ruined. And my clothes were covered with dust that I had got while working in the construction site.

I thought that we would meet again.

But I didn't expect that I would run into him again when I was in such a bad situation.

Chapter 37 I Met Him Again When I Was So Miserable