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

Picking up my chopsticks and taking a bite of rice, I said, "I'm leaving tonight. I'll come to see you every night in the future. In the daytime, I want to go out."

Hearing this, Patrick was a little puzzled.

I chuckled, "I won't tell you! Anyway, don't let others know that I've been here."

I didn't tell him why. However, Patrick was so smart. Seeing my expression, he immediately said, "You want to keep her in the dark, right?"

Since Kelsi had put in so much effort to put on a show, I naturally wouldn't let her act in vain.

However, when I left, I didn't climb over the wall again. Patrick found someone and gave me a key to the back door locked all year round.

The next morning, I went to the hospital as usual.

Kelsi wore a blue-and-white dress with knee-length today.

Chapter 495 I Shot Myself in the Foot