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's good. I am telling the truth."

I, who had been standing for too long, felt that my legs went numb and that I couldn't even bend my legs with ease.

Arriving upstairs, I lay on my bed, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and muttered to myself over and over again, "I've planned to break up with him a long time ago. Since he said it, it's good. I don't have to think about how to raise it to him."

"He doesn't have to be worried about me. See? I ran into that kind of thing on the street that day without telling him. And I made it on my own."

"Patrick Cowell, you don't have to be worried about me anymore. You will be free in the future."

It was unknown how much time had passed before I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up the next day, it had been almost at noon.

In my opinion, it seemed that human beings couldn't fall asleep.

Chapter 405 Those Who Are Favored Will Always Be Unscrupulous