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 I finished my words, Patrick was silent over the phone.

I finally heard his hoarse voice. And he said, "Okay. Come to my office at 10 a.m.tomorrow."

After all, his office was a place for getting business done. It turned out that in Patrick's eyes, it was an official business for him to meet me.

I could hardly accept such a reality. Even so, what could I do?

I agreed, "Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow."

The next morning, Lisa went to her company for training. I got up to put on makeup.

I probably spent the longest time doing makeup ever this time. I covered the scars on my face tightly and tried not to look myself so embarrassed by applying powder on my face.

After all, I would meet Patrick for the last time.

I picked a long and beige sweater from the clothes in the wardrobe and wore a pair of boots with a beige coat outside.

Chapter 223 For the Last Time