Arda Johnson only discovered on her deathbed that half her husband's salary had been supporting his "white moonlight"—his unattainable first love. Even the twins she bore called another woman "Mom."
The night the whole family celebrated the other woman's birthday, she died alone on a cold, barren bed.
When she was reborn on the day her husband secretly pocketed his wages again, she immediately reported him to the Women's Federation and publicly exposed the money orders:
"This 'sworn sister' spends three hundred a month? Divorce! The kids stay with me—you and your precious 'white moonlight' can get lost!"
When her ex-husband knelt outside the department store begging for reconciliation, she was already in the arms of a high-ranking military officer, picking out diamonds:
"Heard you thought she was just a spendthrift?" The man crushed his cigarette with a low chuckle. "Now, what she earns in a single day could keep your 'white moonlight' living in luxury for ten lifetimes."
