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

The next morning, I got up to pack up my things.

I chose a set of formal dresses which wouldn't get wrinkled easily. Besides a few sets of clothes for casual occasions and two sets of swimsuits, all other things were cosmetic products.

I hope I could be as beautiful as possible on that day.

After I packed up my things, I cooked a bowl of noodles by myself.

Originally, I wanted to add some chili to the noodle. However, as soon as I opened the lid...

"Ugh." I couldn't help but feel sick!

I rushed to the bathroom immediately.

I couldn't be more familiar with this kind of feeling!

I took out my cell phone to count the days, only to find that my period should have come last month. However, I was too busy finding a new job that I didn't pay any attention to it...

The fate indeed had played a trick on me.

As I was going to attend Patrick's wedding, I was pregnant.

Chapter 228 Patrick's and My Third Child