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

It wasn't until a long time later that Patrick's voice rang outside the door, "Something's up. Some books and documents of mine are here. I want to take them back."

"Yes. His things are indeed here."

Previously, I had been absent-minded. And then I was so busy with my work that I forgot this matter.

I didn't open the door as I said, "Well, Mr. Cowell, please wait for a moment. I'll pack your things up."

In fact, I was a little hesitant. But I thought that since we had got divorced, he should only be here to get his things back.

After he got the things he wanted, we shouldn't have future interactions.

I opened the door. And the cold air blew directly on my face.

Standing at the door, Patrick wore a gray-black coat. And there were a lot of snowflakes on his shoulders and over his head.

Chapter 84 Can You Please Giving up on Divorcing Me?