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 he said this, to be honest, the way I saw it, he didn't need to say anything more.

I knew early what happened after that.

Even so, I held myself back and said nothing.

Patrick said, "I was kidnapped that year. Besides asking for money, the kidnappers hated me for being rich and abused me. They beat me crazily during the kidnapping. Later on, although my parents agreed to give them money, they beat me to death."

Patrick went on, "At that time, seeing that I was dying, the kidnappers were so scared that they didn't want the money anymore. They abandoned me at an old and abandoned construction site and ran away. It was in winter. The projects at the construction site were suspended. No one was there. I indeed thought I was going to die..."

Patrick, who was stunned for a moment, looked at me, "Did she tell you?"

Chapter 197 Sorry, It's Not Me