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

"We will be together for the rest of our lives."

Her words were tightly pinching my heart as if they were invisible hands.

And her words made me so painful.

Inexplicable jealousy welled up in my heart at that moment. She pulled me, which infuriated me more. I raised my hands and shouted, "I don't want to be involved in your business!"

I probably used too much strength.

I looked back and saw her sitting on the ground. Her expression indicated that she was somewhat in pain. And she was rubbing her butt with her hands.

The people around looked at us. And they looked at me with their eyes full of criticism.

I didn't bother to be a good person. When I was about to leave, I saw that people around me were staring at someone else.

Following the direction of their starings, I saw a man walking out of the building.

Chapter 145 I Won't Scream in Pain or Cry or Be Coquettish