“Are you saying I was a substitute?” My fiancé, who was perfect for my question, scoffed, his expression contorting. “A substitute is a substitute. You are not even a substitute.” After the return, everything will change. “Don’t cry, Ariadne. Don't you know how pretty you are now?" With a sweet prince, “Damn it! I am courting you now!” Even my fiancé from a previous life whose attitude has completely changed. Will Ariadne, who was born as the illegitimate son of a cardinal, win all of her love and power this time?