In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other.
After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends.
Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow:
She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again.
Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation.
Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet.
Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered.
Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall.
The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably.
From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.
