
I hid from my husband complaining that he had married an ugly woman. I thought he was the perfect man, until an event changed my life. By twists of fate, I ended up stranded in Paris waiting for him, but he never arrived. Three years later, I returned to the city as one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the jewelry world. France had changed me, and I was no longer the ugly woman from years ago; its elegance had rubbed off on me. I had returned because I heard that my husband was going to marry again, and I was becoming the other wife.

