I'm the Outsider Daughter-in-Law, Yet I Became Master of the Hensons

In my last life, I walked in on my husband tangled up with his old flame, then ran crying to my mother-in-law to tell on him. All she handed me was a divorce agreement. "Stop making a scene. Sign it and go." I left the marriage with nothing, and in the end I froze to death in a rented room in the dead of winter, without even someone to claim my body. When I opened my eyes again, I was back one second before I pushed open the bedroom door.