The widow swapped lives and stole my wealthy life
As I sat there heartbroken, a strange message suddenly flashed before my eyes.
【Poor woman, you weren't supposed to have morning sickness at all. Your husband felt sorry for that widow's pregnancy struggles, so he specifically had someone transfer all her discomfort onto you!】
【You work out relentlessly and restrict your diet, but all the benefits go to that widow. She stays refreshed and slim while you keep vomiting and gaining weight, your health deteriorating day by day.】
A chill ran through my body. Just as I tried to stand up, my son Dylan Sanchez casually threw a book at me, hitting my head.
I saw another message.
【Your son doesn't know gratitude either. To help that widow pass the civil service exam, he forces you to study every day. The harder you work, the higher her scores become!】
【In the end, you'll die from complications during childbirth due to excessive weight gain, while that widow successfully passes the civil service exam. And this is exactly what the father and son have carefully orchestrated.】
I stared at these words in disbelief, rage exploding in my chest.
They don't dare mess with others, so they team up to exploit me—their wife and mother?
Well then, I simply won't let them have their way.
I'd love to see if they'll still like that widow once she returns to her original state!
*****
"You're just pregnant. Why are you so disgusting?"
I clutched my chest in discomfort and looked up to see Julian's face full of disgust.
I used to think he was just a clean freak who couldn't stand mess.
But after seeing those messages, I realized he wasn't disgusted by the floor—he was disgusted by me from the bottom of his heart!
I said, "Who am I pregnant for? You seemed pretty happy when you were sleeping with me! You think I'm disgusting? Fine, then I'll get an abortion so I won't offend your eyes!"
I wiped my mouth and glared at him with my hands on my hips. Julian was stunned, then flew into a rage, sweeping the dishes off the table and smashing them on the floor!
He said, "I think you've had it too good for too long! You're a housewife—having kids is your only purpose! If you dare get an abortion, I'll divorce you! Don't throw tantrums with me! Clean up this mess right now and go exercise! Look in the mirror—you're as fat as a pig now. Who would want you if I left you?"
I stared at him coldly, not moving an inch.
Seeing this made him even angrier. He grabbed a plate to throw at me, but Dylan stopped him.
Dylan said, "Mom, you can't eat because of morning sickness, so you definitely don't have energy to exercise. Why don't you calm down and study instead? The civil service exam is coming up, and you need to work harder. By the time the results come out, you'll have just given birth and can start working right away."
Looking at them, I suddenly felt like these past dozen Christmases had been an absurd dream.
One was the man I convinced my parents to let me marry despite their objections, who used my father's resources to start his company and become a boss. The other was the son I risked my life to bring into this world, whose every demand I fulfilled, making him the envy of all other children.
Yet these two people I loved with my life had fallen for a widow.
They were even willing to turn me into fertilizer to nourish that widow.
I laughed coldly, "You two really are my wonderful husband and son, always looking out for me. Don't worry, I definitely won't disappoint your expectations. I'll overcome my morning sickness and study hard to get a high score!"
Dylan heard the sarcasm in my words and frowned at me.
But Julian smiled smugly and continued his mockery: "At least you have that much self-awareness—it's worth something. Look how fat you are—when I came home last night, I almost thought I'd walked into a pigsty! Alright, stop dawdling. Clean up the floor, then call your dad and have him invest five million dollars in my company. Otherwise, I won't even be able to pay my employees' salaries."
I almost burst out laughing.
Not only does he treat me like a free maid, but he also wants my dad to give him money?
I went to the landline to call my father Simon Moore, when I suddenly saw someone unexpected.
I hurried downstairs and ran into Jane Brewer, the widow I had once rescued from domestic violence.
She looked radiant now—smooth skin, rosy complexion, and a slender figure that was utterly captivating. If not for the slight curve of her belly, who would have guessed she was six months pregnant?
I remembered clearly that when her husband was still alive, she had been overweight with rough skin, crying to me more than once about how her husband called her ugly and beat her regularly.
We lived in the same building, her upstairs and me downstairs. I couldn't stand watching her get abused, so I not only stood up for her multiple times but also took her into my home when she was kicked out.
Gradually, Julian and Dylan grew close to her as well.
Later, Jane's husband died in a car accident, leaving her alone and pregnant. Feeling sorry for her situation, I invited her over for meals even more frequently, cooked nutritious food for her, and even gave her my precious skincare products that I couldn't bear to use myself.
Meanwhile, after getting pregnant, my weight skyrocketed. I suffered from severe morning sickness, vomiting constantly, unable to sleep at night, looking so haggard I barely resembled a human being.
Julian and Dylan began to despise me, unwilling to even look at me, instead spending their days laughing and chatting around Jane.
Now, seeing me, Jane still approached with a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes.
She linked her arm through mine affectionately, acting coy: "Evelyn, you're here! I heard Julian yelling at you downstairs earlier and was so worried about you. But honestly, he's not wrong—you can't just stop caring about your appearance because you're pregnant. Look at you now, fat and ugly, with acne all over your face. You look like a beggar."
Before she finished speaking, someone nearby chimed in with a laugh: "What does being pretty have to do with pregnancy? Jane, you're pregnant too, so how come you're still so slim and gorgeous? Some people just have terrible genes—no amount of money can fix that. If I were you, I wouldn't get too close to her. She's rich and powerful—why would she care about poor folks like us? If I were Julian, I'd never marry a fat cow who only knows how to throw tantrums! What does she have that can compare to Jane? If Julian had any sense, he'd be with Jane instead."
Since getting pregnant, I'd been tormented both physically and mentally, so I rarely came downstairs and had no energy to deal with their nonsense.
But today, I slapped her directly across the face and snapped: "Since you know I have a temper, you still dare to provoke me in my face? Seems like your skin is too thick—let me help loosen it up for you!"
"Evelyn! What are you doing!" Jane shrieked, jumping forward to play peacemaker. "And you people too! Julian and Evelyn's fight is their private business. Even if Evelyn's as fat as a pig, as long as Julian likes her, what's it to anyone else? What does this have to do with us outsiders? But Evelyn, don't be so sensitive. Everyone's just concerned about you—why are you getting so angry? We all live in the same neighborhood. How are we supposed to get along after this?"
I laughed coldly: "Concerned about me? You call me ugly to my face and try to set up my husband with a widow—that's your idea of concern?"
Jane's face changed dramatically: "Evelyn! Can't you watch your mouth? Who's a widow? Who are you calling a widow?"
I stared at her coldly: "Whoever's husband is dead is a widow. I'm stating facts—how is that offensive?"
Just then, Julian came rushing downstairs, his face full of rage as he yelled at me: "Evelyn! Have you lost your mind? How dare you humiliate Jane like that?"
I dodged to the side, and his slap grazed past my ear.
Though he missed, the humiliation surged through me like a tidal wave.
Someone deliberately stirred up trouble: "You really think you're some rich princess, don't you? Julian, you better control your wife. If you can't handle her, send her to live with the pigs where she won't be an eyesore!"
Julian's face flushed red as he glared at me with vicious eyes. "Get home and work out right now! Stop embarrassing me out here!"
This was actually my usual Pilates time. The old me had been obsessed with maintaining my figure - the moment I gained weight, I'd immediately start exercising with incredible dedication. But after seeing those comments, I realized all my daily workouts were completely pointless, serving no purpose except making Jane more slender and healthy.
So why should I keep exercising?
I ordered fried chicken delivery and sat in the garden downstairs, eating with relish.
Jane had been giving Julian flirtatious looks, but seeing me suddenly indulging in food, she rushed over in panic.
"Evelyn! How can you give up on yourself like this?" she said.
She grabbed my arm, her grip tightening. "You're already this fat and you still won't lose weight? Do you really want Julian to divorce you? You know perfectly well he hates fat women!"
I smiled coldly and shook off her hand. "What does his hatred of fat women have to do with me? Divorce? Ask him if he dares! His food, clothes, everything - it's all paid for with my money. A man who lives off his wife has the nerve to look down on me?"
I spoke while aggressively chewing my fried chicken. I hadn't enjoyed a meal this much since getting pregnant.
One box of fried chicken wasn't enough, so I ordered pizza too. By the end of the meal, my stomach was completely stuffed.
After eating, I went to the neighborhood fruit store to buy watermelon and savored it slowly.
By the time I returned home, full and satisfied with a big bag of snacks, Dylan was already waiting at the door with a frown.
"Mom, you're just pregnant, not dying of some serious illness. If you have nothing to do, can't you spend more time studying?" he said.
He stepped back, revealing a huge stack of practice problems behind him. "I carefully selected all of these. You need to finish them within a week - don't make me look down on you!"
He kicked the books on the ground. "Carry these books back yourself. You can't expect a kid like me to do the work for you, right?"
I laughed coldly and kicked him down onto that pile of practice problems.
Under Dylan's shocked gaze, I smiled and said, "If you hadn't come out of my belly, you'd be nothing! Do I need your approval? So what if you're a kid? Did I give birth to you to be an emperor? Throw all these damn books out!"
I had always been loving toward Dylan and had never scolded him so harshly before.
He couldn't accept it for a moment. "Are you crazy? I'm your son! I'm doing all this for your own good. Now you're treating me like this - when you're old, I definitely won't take care of you!"
I looked at him expressionlessly. "I won't raise an ungrateful beast. Think carefully before you speak."
Dylan's mouth opened and closed, his face turning bright red. Finally, he cursed viciously: "You think I want you as my mother? You're fat like a pig, your face is covered in acne, and now you won't even try to study. What kind of future could you have? You don't deserve to be my mother!"
He was still just a child after all. Before he finished speaking, he burst into tears, as if he'd suffered some terrible injustice.
Hearing the commotion, Julian burst through the door.
Seeing Dylan crying, Julian rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit me. "Evelyn, you've really gone too far! Today, I'm going to teach you a harsh lesson!"
But he didn't hit me immediately. Instead, he threatened arrogantly: "Get your dad to transfer money right now! Or I won't let you off easy!"
I'd never heard so many jokes in one day in my entire life.
"You want to hit me and you want my family's money? Looks like you really can't see the situation clearly!" I said.
Before I could finish, a neighbor suddenly ran in frantically. "Julian, you need to get downstairs quickly! Jane has severe stomach pain - she's already been taken to the hospital."
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