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 he spoke, everyone looked in our direction.

The next second, everyone saw me.

The one with the ugliest expression on her face was Caroline. She stared at me closely with the veins on her forehead bulging slightly while clenching her hands tightly. However, she kept smiling and said, "Charlotte, Patrick, why are you two together?"

"We met downstairs. So we came up together."

Just as I was about to say something, I heard Patrick's voice behind me.

Then I thought that it was reasonable for Patrick to say so and that I didn't need to overthink it. After all, in front of Caroline, Patrick surely would completely cut off the relationship with me.

"Oh, I see..." Caroline's expression became somewhat normal.

Because of Patrick's lie, I was confident, asking them, "Why are you here? Could it be that the whole world had been turned upside down?"

Chapter 133 A Car Accident