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

It was the first time I had heard such words. For no reason, with tears welling up in my eyes, I felt extremely sour in my heart.

I endured physical discomfort and wanted to go into the ward, only to be stopped by Shelton suddenly. He said with a bit of hesitation in his eyes, "Be mentally prepared."

I looked at him, feeling more impulsive in my heart. I stepped forward directly and looked into the ward.

With a glance, I burst out crying.

In the entire ward, apart from a toilet, there was only a bed and a table.

It was probably because we were on the uppermost floor that I sensed it extremely cold in the ward. Dressed in a coat, I could even sense a slight feeling of chill on my face.

A woman was sitting on the bed. Wearing a set of patient's uniforms whose color was indistinguishable, she got her top unbuttoned.

She didn't wear anything inside, revealing a pair of flat boobs.

Chapter 362 A Woman Who Is All Skins and Bones