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‘’Let me tell you something honey, Revenge is the best dish served cold.’’

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To her, betrayal was the most excruciating pain in the world—the kind that pierced her soul. 

The people she had loved with her entire heart had not only failed her, but ruthlessly deceived her.

"How could you?" she had once cried, her voice shaking as she stared at the man she had chased like a madwoman. But he had already cheated on her—expecting a child with the very woman she despised with every fiber of her being.

Her so-called ‘’family " was no better. The relatives she thought she could trust? They only wanted the inheritance meant for her and her little brother. 

The people who once smiled sweetly and flattered her? They were nowhere to be found when her glamorous and envious life crumbled to nothing.

"I thought you all cared about me..." she whispered bitterly, watching as one by one, they all turned their backs on her when she needed them the most.

In that devastating moment, everything became painfully clear. The bubble she had lived in popped and she finally saw their true faces. 

But....it was too late. 

Everything she had was gone, slipping through her fingers like sand in the wind.

Except for him.

Her former fiancé, the one man she had tried to ruin with every scheme she had planned, remained by her side until the end. He stood by her, even as she took her final breath.

She had accepted her tragic fate—until something phenomenal happened. She woke up once again.

Back to the past.

Where nothing had happened yet.

HEIRESS REBORN: MARRYING HER EX-FIANCÉ

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''...Thank you.'' Ayana's nerves melted at the warm praise. ''I'm glad you're enjoying the pasta.'' She returned the words with a smile of her own.

'He said the pasta is delicious.'

On the inside, Ayana was like a shy kid who got praised for doing a good job.

For some reason, she thought all the scars, burns, cuts and efforts that she had done just to learn cooking were certainly worth it in her past life if she could get praised from her fiancé.

Breakfast on a Christmas morning was light and comforting. They sat across from each other, engaging in soft conversations as they finished the pasta dish, and had some cinnamon rolls with the chrysanthemum tea.

''So, care to explain?'' Axel needed an explanation. He was more than sure that he had escorted Ayana outside. Yet she had somehow magically appeared in his kitchen, and he even indulged himself on breakfast with her.