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

For what would surely happen in the end, I couldn't avoid it.

I closed the door, tidied up my clothes, and went to the study.

Upon entering the study, I saw that Patrick had been sitting there. He no longer wore an overcoat. And for some reason, he wore a pure white sweater inside instead.

Rarely had I seen Patrick wearing something pure-white.

In this way, he was less aggressive, looking gentle.

Seeing me go in, Ned pointed to an empty sofa and said, "Sit down."

I sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Ned took a sip of tea and sighed, "Alas, fate makes fools of us."

I looked up at him. And neither Patrick nor I spoke.

Ned looked at me and then at Patrick, saying, "What do you plan to do next?"

I was confused about what Ned meant by this.

Patrick, however, opened his mouth first, "For something belonging to me, I will naturally take it back."

Chapter 358 As Long as I Am Alive, Never Will I Let Him Go to Jail