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

Caroline grabbed my hand directly and looked behind me.

At that moment, I strongly felt there was a pair of cold eyes behind me.

Without any deliberation, I knew what was going on.

After I was sure that Caroline stood firm, I loosened my grip and said without looking back, "Are you done with your acting? Cameras are all around here. How come you wanted to put on a show, acting like I pushed you and caused your miscarriage?"

Caroline stood there with tears in her eyes, looking in the direction behind me.

I asked her, "How could there be so many coincidences in the world? As soon as Mr. Cowell showed up, I pushed you. Are you a fool? Or do you take Mr. Cowell as a fool?"

By this time, tears had been welling up in Caroline's eyes as if they would fall in the next second.

Chapter 115 Caroline Is Missing