In my previous life, I spent every last coin of my fortune helping my husband earn a noble title and high office. But he joined forces with my closest friend to lock me in a woodshed and burn me alive. When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow been reborn in the bridal chamber on my wedding night. Looking at the hypocrite asleep beside me, I gave a silent, cold laugh.
That very night, I set fire to the Marquis's residence storeroom. Amid the flames, I escaped with my memories of my previous life and every bit of my dowry intact.
A mysterious merchant appeared in the capital. His new cosmetics took the noblewomen by storm, while his cheap silk drove century-old shops out of business. My former husband knelt before the shattered ruins, begging me to save him. I smiled and tossed my last banknote into the brazier.
“Don't rush. This is only the beginning.” In the corner, the wealthiest man in the capital fanned himself and chuckled. “My lady, whose house shall we burn next? I'll bring the firewood.”
