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

Everyone knew that people would soon suffer from leukemia if they stayed in a house where formaldehyde was abnormally concentrated.

I knew what was going on after I heard the police out. As expected, Caroline surely wouldn't let go of the opportunity this time in vain.

However, the police later questioned me over and over again. During this period, I knew that everyone's feedback to the police was that I was the one who got the most optimal timing to commit such a crime.

Because among all the people engaged in the project, I was the first one to arrive at the studio and the last one to leave.

And I was also the one who was the most likely to be motivated to do so.

Although I was Mrs. Cowell, Patrick loved Caroline very much instead.

Chapter 50 A Heinous Sinner