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

If I could control my feelings, I might have fallen in love with someone else long ago.

Sitting up straight slightly, Patrick continued, "Wait a minute. I'll ask her to tell you the details personally."

"No need." I refused decisively, "Is Tillie a student from the School of Art?"

Speaking of the profession in need of acting capability...

There was nothing else except the cast.

I paid attention to the entertainment circle. Tillie surely was a newcomer who rarely made it on the Internet.

Otherwise, if Patrick found a somewhat popular actress, he was insulting my IQ.

Hearing this, Patrick could only nod, "Okay. But I didn't expect you to see us through long ago."

"That's why I stayed here for so long. Otherwise, I would have left."

'I wouldn't have given Patrick the opportunity to humiliate me over and over again.'

Chapter 451 Men Find It Greatest Shame