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, who wasn't reconciled, wanted to go inside, only to be blocked outside by the relatives of the Archer Family.

Tracy's son warned, "If you continue to poke your nose into our business, I'm going to hit you!"

When I wanted to break in, someone stopped me.

I turned around and saw Shelton standing behind me unexpectedly.

He, who was wearing a white coat, didn't look conspicuous in this hospital at all.

I lowered my eyes and slowly walked to the stretcher on the side where Rosy was lying, holding her hand.

This feeling was the same as what I had felt when I used to hold Seth's hand.

Rosy had been dead. But her body didn't completely get cold. There was a little of warmth in her body.

Rosy had been in a coma for a long time. She, who could only rely on the breathing machine and the nutrition needle to maintain her life, had been skinny early.

Chapter 171 Stay at My House