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 found what he had said ridiculous.

And the most ridiculous thing was that I had been trying my luck with Patrick, thinking that he would get angry because of me.

I thought he would care about me a little bit.

I looked at him and said very seriously, "Mr. Cowell, the identity of Mrs. Cowell makes me lose everything. I have nothing to lose. So, can you please let me go? I beg you."

Standing a meter away from me, Patrick looked at me as he knitted his eyebrows deeply.

After a long time, he said, "I'm tired. Let's talk about these things later."

After that, he did not leave. Instead, he took out his computer from the suitcase and began to work in the living room.

And I hid in the master bedroom and looked out of the window.

Thinking back, I had been Mrs. Cowell for so long. But it seemed that I hadn't enjoyed a happy day ever.

Chapter 65 You Will Die Alone