The Rose of the Business World Blooms Alone

After I helped my husband succeed in his career, he kicked me to the curb. I stormed into a church, shot him and his mistress dead, and was reborn in the year 2000.

Before I turned thirty-eight, no one had told me that the meaning of marriage was to find, with perfect precision, the punishment meant just for you.

I went from a polished, well-off woman to a worn-out housewife, abandoned by my scumbag husband and bullied by his mistress, all because I chose the wrong man and entered a failed marriage.

Reborn, I threw myself into my work, invested in myself, and built an image of a perfect, independent woman. Yet I attracted one outstanding man after another. With their support and affection, I regained my confidence and set out for a brighter life.