Back to 1852: The Denim Queen's Revenge

I woke up in 1852 as the fat girl everyone mocked. My fiancé spent my gold and slept with my cousin, then screamed because I ate his biscuit. So I dumped him and married a penniless widower with three hungry kids. They expected a useless wife. They got a modern designer ready to build a denim empire. I'll feed my children, make my own fortune, and crush anyone who hurts my family. Now my ex is on his knees. Sorry, darling. These curves come with a crown you can't afford.