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

As Shirley spoke, she picked up a pen and wrote down a string of numbers at the corner of the paper. Then she tore it off and handed it over to me.

I looked down at the paper and knew that it was her phone number.

I put the note into the pocket of my pants. By the time I looked up again, Shirley had controlled the wheelchair and gone to the elevator.

As soon as we were next to the elevator, the elevator, which was supposed to be on the second floor, unexpectedly went down.

As Shirley spoke, her face didn't change at all.

She seemed to know what Shelton was thinking about at her fingertips.

Sure enough, the elevator went up with Shelton standing inside. After the door of the elevator opened, he came out, looking somewhat gloomy.

He had realized that it was a single-sided glass elevator.

Chapter 296 I Advise You to Leave Him Earlier