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

I was shocked. Turning my head, I saw that Patrick unexpectedly stood somewhere not far away from us. Unlike the ones pushing carts around us, he only had a bottle of energy drink in his hands.

It seemed that he would leave after buying something.

By the time I looked over, Patrick had been looking at us with a little gloomy look in his eyes.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

Actually, during this period, I had been calculating the days. The deadline of three months Patrick had set had passed.

But he hadn't contacted me yet. As I was about to give up, I saw him here instead, which was a bit ironic.

Beside me, Jason was stunned for a moment before asking, "Sister Janetta, is he your ex... ex-husband?"

"Does Patrick count as my ex-husband?"

"Strictly speaking, he is sort of."

Chapter 409 You Are Right, I No Longer Need You!