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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

Gianna leva son regard. L'homme à la capuche se tenait au bord de la fosse, une pelle à la main. Cet homme était censé la conduire en sécurité. Il était censé l'aider à s'échapper. Mais au lieu de cela, il l'enterrait vivante.


Son corps tremblait violemment. "Que fais-tu ?" cria-t-elle en se débattant pour se mettre debout, seulement pour que plus de terre tombe sur ses épaules. "Madame Lydia t'a envoyé pour me sauver ! Et toi -- tu essaies de me tuer !"


L'homme marqua une brève pause, resserrant sa prise autour de la pelle. Puis, avec un sourire en coin, il délivra la vérité avec une finale glaçante.


"Faux," dit-il froidement. "Elle m'a donné des instructions claires -- pour en finir avec toi." Et avec cela, il poussa une autre masse de terre sur elle.


"Agh !" Gianna cria en se précipitant dans le coin le plus éloigné de la tombe.


Alors que l'homme continuait de jeter de la terre dans la tombe, le désespoir de Gianna grandissait. "Je ne peux pas mourir ici. Je dois sortir."


Tentative d'assassinat