Mortal Ties of the Divine

I dragged my frail, sickly body to support Ethan Reed in founding the Jade Gate Order, bringing it prosperity for a hundred years.
Yet one day, he brought back a woman, doting on her to the bone, demanding I relinquish my position as the Order's Madam.
'Samantha Ford has divine bones from birth. She can support our Order's rise to glory. You should understand.'
The disciples I raised all fawned over Madam Ford, humiliating me in countless ways, trampling me underfoot.
'You're just a sickly mortal. What right do you have to be Madam? You're not even fit to wash our feet!'
On Ethan Reed's wedding day, I grabbed a tree branch and stormed the First Sect.
The Elders of the First Sect, secluded for centuries, all emerged.
They knelt before me, crying out: 'Master!'