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

He put down the coffee cup and walked out quickly. I followed him and asked, "What happened?"

Seth looked at me with some hesitation. After a while, he said, "Nothing. Do your own work."

However, there was a bad feeling rising in my heart.

Assuming that my work today wasn't particularly important, I made a decision on my own and followed him downstairs.

Seth focused on talking on the phone. So he didn't notice that I was followinghim. When he was about to start the car, I rushed over and got into the passenger's seat quickly.

When he saw me, his face becale gloomy as he said, "Go back to work."

I asked him, "Tell me what happened."

At first, Seth didn't want to say anything. But the matter was so urgent that he had to start the car.

On the way, he told me that the worker who had done something to the glue in the studio project was found dead at the construction site.

Chapter 62 You Owe Me My Husband's Life