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

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get a little angry. Wasn't he too childish?

In retrospect, I realized that the longer he lived, the more childish he seemed to be recently in his thirties.

He was going to stand me up, wasn't he?

I got up and walked to the glass window. At this time, it was almost completely dark outside, and the chill came through the glass.

A thin snowflake fell onto the glass. My mind went blank for a moment. Then I realized that it started snowing outside!

Thinking of this, I got up right away and was about to leave. I turned around and looked at the two attendants who huddled up in the corner to warm up each other and asked, "I'm leaving. Do you want to go down the mountain with me?"

"It's alright, it's alright. We'll go to the backroom after you leave."

Chapter 424 On the brink of death