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

The sky was dark. And I didn't recognize who it was at once.

When I was about to ask who it was, the man took a step forward.

With confusion on my face, I asked, "Roger Lance?"

"What are you doing? Do you think I liked to pick you up in the middle of the night?"

Roger's expression was similar to mine. He took out the key of his car, pointed at a high-end sports car not far away, and pressed the key. Then he said, "Get on the car quickly. I have to attend a party later."

"Thank you. I can go back home by myself."

I, who didn't have a good impression of Roger, didn't want to stay with him.

Chapter 126 Will You Support Her for the Rest of Her Life?