Hedy Everett was once the richest woman in the country. She had everything—money, power, and beauty. People admired her, and many wanted to be like her. But she had one big flaw: she trusted too easily.
She believed her best friend and her fiancé would always be loyal. She gave them control of her money and her business without asking questions. They smiled at her face but planned behind her back. Slowly, they took everything from her—her money, her house, her company.
When she finally saw the truth, it was too late. They had left her with nothing. No one came to help. She had no family, no friends left. In the end, the woman who once lived in a mansion died alone on the street, cold and forgotten.
It is a wretched thing to fall from grace, to go from commanding empires to begging for scraps. Once the richest woman in the world—admired, feared, envied—she lost everything. Betrayal, scandal, and ruin crushed her like a collapsing tower. She died alone on the street, stripped of wealth, pride, and purpose.
One would expect a soul so broken to vanish into oblivion or return as a rat scurrying in the gutters. But not her. Somehow, for reasons even she can’t understand, she was reincarnated. Not as a queen, not even a business tycoon—but as a quiet, overlooked wife who is scorned by her husband.
Maybe the universe pitied her. Or maybe fate simply isn’t done with her yet.
Whatever the reason, here we have her—reborn. Quiet. Bullied. But still her.
And that should terrify the world.