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

I sat down on his bed and smiled bitterly, "But it won't be me."

"Why?" Seth got up and sat down beside me. Then he grabbed my hand and said, "Patrick has nothing to do with you anymore. He is going to marry Caroline Archer, right? I know all of this. You are an independent person. You are free. And you don't belong to anyone!"

I didn't pull back my hand. Instead, I let him hold my hand like this.

Seth looked at me and seemed to be a little anxious, "If you are worried about my parents, you can rest assured that I will handle them well and won't let the same thing happen again."

"It doesn't matter. I don't care. I..."

"Seth." Before Seth could say something that made me feel more guilty, I interrupted him and said, "Seth, do you think that the relationship between me and Patrick just started from the moment when I married him on behalf of Caroline?"

Chapter 146 Please Have My Condolence