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

When I called out this name, I could feel that the man, who was holding me in his arms, clearly became stiff.

I didn't care about it. I only felt a little cold. And I subconsciously slid into his arms.

By the time I woke up again, the sky outside had been bright.

I sat up and rubbed my head. It seemed that I was less dizzy. And the fever had subsided.

And I saw that my room was empty.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was half-closed. I pushed it open. Although the lights inside were turned off, I could see that no one was inside.

I turned around, intending to go to the swimming pool in the yard.

As soon as I took a step, I realized that I was looking for someone.

I didn't realize it. When I saw that he wasn't there, I was disappointed in my heart.

Chapter 155 If You Were Me, Would You Like to Be With Him?