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

At this time, I was relieved in my heart.

When I walked out of the press conference, I saw Nancy and Paulina standing outside.

Upon seeing me, Nancy stepped forward and pushed me lightly, staring at me, "You are more capable, aren't you? You dared to bypass me and turned to my husband directly, didn't you?"

"Do you want to argue? With your social circle, how can you hold a press conference? If you didn't turn to him, no one else would help you!"

Seeing that she pursed her lips, I put my hands in front of my chest, lowered her head, and closed my eyes tightly, apologizing, "I'm sorry! It's true that turned to your husband for business rather than private affairs."

Without looking up, I continued, "It's true, I promise. I found him in his company and stayed there for less than ten minutes before I came out."

Chapter 403 I Was in So Much Pain That I Forgot to Breathe