In our past life, my best friend and I were inseparable. We married into wealthy families side by side, and got divorced around the same time too. But after our splits, we had no savings and no marketable skills, so we lived paycheck to paycheck, completely dead broke. In the end, we both died in our run-down rental apartment after a gas leak. Talk about a bitter pill to swallow. Meanwhile, our ex-husbands were living the high life. One went on to marry his sweet childhood sweetheart. The other climbed straight to the very top of his career. When we opened our eyes reborn, my best friend and I were lying side by side in the lavish spa room of our family mansion, blinking at each other in total shock. "I'm not getting divorced this time. What about you?" Rip! I tore the divorce papers straight into tiny pieces, so eager to be rid of them I felt like I could swallow every last scrap. "Divorce? Hell no! Only a fool would walk away now!" After all the garbage we went through last time around, we finally got it. Being a wealthy family's wife? That's nothing but easy living.