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 hanging up the phone, I went out.

Patrick was very busy recently, so I did not disturb him. I took a taxi and went to the place that I had appointed with Michael.

After arriving at the gate, I paid the taxi fee and went upstairs to wait for him.

Since it was in the morning, the cafe was almost empty. So I chose a corner, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat down calmly.

I sat there, thinking over and over again about how to speak to Michael later.

If Michael would refuse me or hesitate later, I would have to say something to move him.

I practiced countless versions in my mind.

At 10 a.m. I saw Michael opening the coffee shop's door. He looked around and saw me, then strode over to me.

At that time, I was extremely nervous. Whether this matter can be turned around would depend on this meeting.

Chapter 393 My hope was disappointed