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 stared at Caroline. Because we were identical twins. Her face was very similar to mine.

In the eyes of outsiders, we looked extremely similar.

However, now that I had cut short hair. Many people would directly tell us apart based on the hairstyle.

If I wore a wig, would others acknowledge me as her?

I was overwhelmed by the fear of being put in prison before. And I never thought of this.

But at that time, I didn't have any response or any expression.

Ned also had a look of dislike on his face, "If you have any grievances, tell the police. It's useless for you to tell us."

"The person who framed me did it meticulously. And I couldn't do anything about it. Grandpa Cowell, since you don't believe me, I, I will..." I looked at Patrick and hesitated for a moment. Then I said, "I will just divorce Patrick."

Chapter 55 I Didn't Expect That He Would Speak up for Me