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

As soon as I said so, Patrick immediately refused without even thinking about it.

I had long expected that his answer would be like this. If he wanted to let me go so easily, he would have agreed to my request long ago.

I took out my cell phone, walked to the wide office desk, and opened the recording interface. Then I put my cell phone on the desk.

Without talking about any nonsense, I clicked open the recording in Caroline's office just now.

Yes. When I went to Caroline's office, I turned on the recording on my cell phone.

Patrick was such a smart person. He knew that Caroline's attitude indicated that she surely had something to do with this matter.

Chapter 66 Being Mrs. Cowell Isn't Always That Painful, Right?