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

"Well..." It seemed that the nurse didn't expect that I would ask this question. So she quickly said, "I don't have a mirror with me. And you are at the early stage of treatment now. After a while, you will do the skin flap transplanting. And then you'll be cured."

The more she said so, the more I realized that my face was sort of quite "scary" now.

Before she could put the ointment on my face, I touched my face gently with my hands.

Sensing that my flesh was stripped off my skin, I thought of the zombies in the movies...

That was probably what I looked like now.

When the nurse wrapped my face up again, she reinforced a layer of elastic cover on my face. In this way, my face was completely covered, revealing only my nose, eyes, and mouth.

When I went out, Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he saw me. It seemed that he didn't dislike me at all because of the fact that I had an ochre cover on my face.

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