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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

Les lèvres de Lydia se serrèrent et son expression devint indéchiffrable. "Occupe-toi de tes affaires, Érica," dit-elle sèchement. "Ne te mêle pas de mes affaires."


Les yeux d'Érica pétillaient de malice. "Tu es tellement secrète," dit-elle en se rapprochant. "Mais je suis ta fille. Ne penses-tu pas que je devrais connaître les grands pas que tu franchis ?"


Les lèvres de Lydia s'amincirent. "Monsieur Blair ne te concerne pas… Et pour ce qui est du terrain, c'est une affaire—quelque chose que tu ne comprendrais pas. Tu devrais réfléchir à comment convaincre Dylan de te laisser travailler à la société à nouveau."


Érica avala sa salive, son audace vacillant momentanément.


Lydia prit son sac. "Je sors pour une fête. Je ne rentrerai pas avant tard. Ne va nulle part."


Avec cet avertissement suspendu dans l'air, elle sortit de la pièce, ses talons hauts claquant contre le sol poli.


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