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

At this moment, I came to my senses.

All the delusions dissolved because of this small pill.

I lowered my eyes and suppressed the bitterness in my heart. Pretending to be nonchalant, I picked up the pill as well as the glass of water.

I wanted to drink the water down quickly. But my hands holding the cup were shaking non-stop.

I had no choice but to put the pill into my mouth. Then I held the cup with both hands and drank it down.

To my relief, Patrick didn't turn on the light during the whole process.

In that case, he surely wouldn't see my helplessness and sadness.

After taking the pill and calming myself down, I pretended to say in an indifferent and alienated voice, "I've taken the pill. Don't worry, Mr. Cowell. I won't be pregnant with your child. Can you leave now?"

I thought he was afraid that I would be fooling him without taking the pill.

Chapter 68 I Will Be Your Mrs. Cowell for the Rest of My Life