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 turned around and looked at the ones who were talking.

They were two young women who were strangers to me.

Without any deliberation, I went straight over and said to them, "People cry and shout sadly in front of the living ones, which is just a show. Nothing is as good as being filial to the deceased when she was alive!"

It seemed that the two women didn't expect that I would face them head-on.

They were both stunned for a moment. And one of them said, "Being filial to the deceased when she was alive? Were you filial to her?"

"That's right! I heard you got a house from Mrs. Rosy! And the shares!"

"Yes, if someone gives me these things, I'm willing to do my filial duty as well."

The two women said one after another.

Everyone turned to look at us after we had a quarrel.

Chapter 173 He Held Me in His Arms