Back to 1852: The Denim Queen's Revenge

I woke up in 1852, trapped in a life everyone else controlled. My fiancé spent my gold on 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 wife they could order around. They got a modern designer ready to build a denim empire. I'll feed my children, make my fortune, and protect the family I chose. Now my ex is on his knees. Sorry, darling. You don't get a second chance with this queen.