Angelica2511

Ava’s marriage was nothing like she had anticipated. Despite being married to the man she loved, she had endured nothing but humiliation and misery from her husband for the past five years.
She put up with everything in the hopes of one day carving out a space in his heart. But her husband ultimately drove her to the breaking point when he handed her the divorce papers on their fifth anniversary, claiming that he loved someone else. He had taken all her family assets her father had left for her.
The shocking truth that the man she had been in love with for ten years had caused her father’s death was the blow Ava couldn’t take it.
Devastated, Ava didn’t want to give birth to his child in her womb.

“I loved you with all my heart and gave you everything, but you ruined me and my family, Dylan Brooks. I won’t give you this baby. This baby belongs to me and will go with me to the grave. A cruel man like you don’t deserve to be a father,” Ava said as she slit her wrist.
"I regret loving you, Dylan. I wish I’ll never see you again in my next life." These were her last words before she drifted into the lap of death.

She thought this was the end of her life. But fate had other plans. She woke up in the past, four years ago, on the day of their first wedding anniversary.
Since she was given another chance to rectify her mistakes, she vowed to protect her father and the family business. She resolved to cut all ties with her ruthless husband.
But wait! Why did Dylan act so possessive and caring? Why did he declare she was the only one he wanted as his wife?
Should she believe him and give him another chance? Or should she take revenge on him for what he did in her past life?

“Please, Ava…come back to me,” Dylan pleaded with Ava on his knees. “I’m ready to atone my mistakes. I’ll do everything to make you happy. Just don’t leave me, okay? Tell me, what can I do to get your forgiveness?”
Ava stared coldly at the man who had ruined her in her previous life. “Do you want my forgiveness? Then hand over everything to me, Dylan. I want you to feel the same agony I did."

Mon Ex-Mari M'a Supplié De Le Reprendre

Ava émergea de son sommeil, les mains tendues vers le haut. Mais elle s'arrêta en plein mouvement lorsqu'elle sentit un poids autour de sa taille l'envahir, mi-endormie. Confuse, ses doigts frôlèrent quelque chose de chaud et de solide.


Ses yeux s'ouvrirent doucement, et elle retint son souffle. Là, solidement enroulé autour de sa taille, se trouvait un bras. Le cœur battant, Ava tourna la tête et vit Dylan allongé à ses côtés, plongé dans un profond sommeil. Son visage était paisible, et sa respiration régulière.


Ava cligna des yeux, son esprit luttant pour donner un sens à la situation.


'N'était-ce pas un rêve ?' Elle ferma les yeux, puis les rouvrit, s'attendant à moitié à ce qu'il disparaisse. Mais non—là il était, aussi réel que les battements erratiques de son cœur.


Ce n'était pas un rêve – cela ne pouvait pas l'être.


'Pourquoi est-il ici ? Quand est-il arrivé ?'


Tu ne te débarrasseras pas de moi.