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

After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered.

I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work.

It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old.

Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door.

He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon."

"New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?"

I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far.

He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon."

After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried out.

Chapter 517 Side Story—Happy Reunion