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

After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing."

Patrick surely was a poker-faced person when he was at work.

But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions.

In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one.

I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid."

Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found the bodies of those foreign men by the river in the suburbs."

"Are they dead too?" I almost couldn't believe it. Tears had soaked the gauze on my face.

Chapter 185 I Didn't Want to Kill My Child!